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.