Opening night

A first croissant was eaten.  We went to the park of hyde-ing and T and M were tangled in the garden.  The one who was not Ivy bored adults and children alike.  The man who was not a president of the united states did not.  Then a fab band mysteriously performed next to the stage.

A change of scene saw the crowd increase ten-fold and a first crepe consumed.  Gurrumul captivated and Washington energised.  At Manu Chao we all went mad and everyone danced together.  All tired simultaneously and sleep came easily at home.  A mighty fine day, sandwiched between two others.

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