Oliver, in the spring of 2005, outside the wonderful Médiathèques d’Orléans. We were passing through on our way south.
The night before, our first night in France, Oliver was fascinated by what, if memory serves, but blog post left out, was his first observation of a drug deal going down.
This is why we travel.
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This reminds me of our first
This reminds me of our first walk in our new neighbourhood in Toronto, almost 10 years ago, when Alex and Bailey were trying to figure out the strip club around the corner on Yonge Street.
Bailey also inherited that hoodie from Oliver.
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