The kids played in "pump it ups!" (inflatable bounce house thingies), ate baguettes, had their faces painted, ate frozen lemonade and celebrated the finale by watching the poodle parade.

The face painting looked amazing but Sayer decided that he didn't like his at all. To be exact, he "hated it" and we had to wash it off as soon as we got home. He had a specific idea what he wanted and was trying to explain it to the lady. He wanted the dragon to start on one side and go around the other eye and have flames going down his nose. She just said "oh, yeah, dragon, ok, I love dragons" and started painting away. Poor Sayer...I tried to tell him how cool it looked but he wasn't buying it. On the flip side, Finn loved his and wanted to sleep in it.

As is the case at all festivals, there is always (at least one) festival weirdo. You know, the person wandering around almost naked or staggering around drunk. At this festival, we had the one I will title the interpretive dancer. The kids just sat there staring not knowing what to make of it.

You know, I have never really understood the anti-French sentiment that I hear. The French have throughout history been great supporters of us and loyal allies. We give them so much grief though and I just don't get it. I saw a guy in Houston shortly before we left wearing a t-shirt that said "Texas, it's better than France". I mean, really? Has he ever even been there? I don't know, I just don't get it. No matter how I might feel about another country I can't imagine purchasing a shirt that had a message like that printed on it and then actually wearing it in public. I can assure you that all of the times that I have visited France, I have never seen a similar t-shirt there. Okay, no more soap box...