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071411. Because it’s Bastille Day!
And I love the French.
I said it.
I love the French.
I'm a Yogini.
And a Cowgirl.
And a Montana Mama.
Who loves the French.
And I don't just mean the fries.
I love the language.
I love the accent absent the language.
I love the bread.
Hmmmm. I can’t say pain chocolat without my mouth watering.
Or brioche abricot.
Or crepe sucree.
So now we’re going to have to jump on our bike and head to Café Francais Des Arts this morning as soon as the LO wakes up her sleepy little head. They make a wicked pain chocolat. I just have to hope there's some left by the time we get there.
Their heart-wrenching cabaret music.
Their fashion (that I’ll never be thin enough to wear … thanks to their bread and my love for it).
And their manicures.
Oh ... and of course ... their mimes.
So today ... I'm going to dress inappropriately for a pregnant woman, eat pain chocolat, cry to some beautiful music, dream about having enough free time to get a french manicure, and wonder what it would be like to live the life of a mime.
What are YOU doing to celebrate your inner French today?