Another weekend another neighborhood festival. This weekend was a celebration of all things French. I had never been to this particular festival so Matteo and I went Sunday afternoon. We listened to a fun Cajun band for a little while (and watched a lot of awkward white people dancing) but it was hot and nap time and we didn't last very long. The final straw was when a really drunk, sweaty fête-goer ran over to us yelling "ohmygod what a cute fucking baby!", tried repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) to give Matteo a string of mardi gras beads, and basically scared the crap out of him.
Laissez les bons temps rouler, little M.
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