After dinner, we took a stroll from our place to the nearest bridge crossing the Seine. Waited with many like-minded locals who chose to watch the fireworks from afar.
Half way into the display, my boy who was sitting comfortably on Daddy’s shoulder blurted out loud,
‘Mummy, did you fart?!’ causing some chuckles around. Kids sometime say the darndest thing!
It was a good way to end Bastille Day and I think Malcolm will remember this for a long time.