After an egg breakfast with Barbara, we take a wander
To the Pompidou building, where Miro finds a balloon
That later escapes to the very top of Opera,
Waving its mischievous tail.
We wonder if we could come back home,
Open our window on the 11th floor
And have it float back inside at that very moment.
But in anticipation, we visit the Grands Magasins Christmas lights
And see another kind of magic...
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