On a blistering hot summer day
Gabriel decided to wear knee socks.
Because that is what three-year-olds do.
We watched a group of men jumping into the canal Saint Martin. It was very tempting, the splash of the water, the hot sun on the pavement, the lack of air… tempting.
We tried to stay cool.
We had ice cream.
France has a heat wave. As I grew up in the Sacramento Valley, hot days in the summer were very common. I wouldn’t say I liked those days back then, and I certainly don’t want them now. The only difference – my cousin’s pool – And that was a big difference, a wonderful difference, the memory-filled highlight of summer days.
But heat waves in France are uncomfortable, especially in Paris.
But not if you are three with knee socks and a teeter-totter.
And cherries.
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