A friend of mine came from Paris with her 6-year-old son for the weekend. We picked them up at Crépy en Valois and went straight to Noah's gymnastics class (Benjamin didn't get to attend since he has chicken pox).
The boys played a couple of carnival games afterwards, and then we headed home for the afternoon, where we chatted and let the boys play while we kept an eye on the rain outside. Finally around 5 pm, the intermittent showers seemed to slow down, so we took umbrellas and went out to tour the village.
Sunday we had the fête du village, the yearly lunch put on by the comité des fêtes for all the village inhabitants and friends. They served paëlla this year, a Spanish dish with rice, chicken, mussels, and shrimp (complete with legs, heads, and antennae, of course).
My friend's son got a bonus prize in his plate... a live snail! We think it fell down from the trees while they were heating up the paella in a large dish outside. That's a much more comforting theory than any other, at least.
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You need to show Noah this picture:
http://www.timescolonist.com/6793554.bin
That could be him someday!
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