Last Sunday I saw people all over the city carrying branches. The fact that many of them were walking out of a church made me think it was for Palm Sunday. But they weren't carrying palms, they were carrying some kind of leafy laurels. The kind Ceasar used to sport. Do they call it "Laurel Sunday" here?Anyway, for First Sunday of the Month, David and I decided to visit Pompidou, the museum of modern art. It was the first "First Sunday" museum we didn't have to wait in line to enter. I saw some familiar names from my high school Humanities course, but the seriously modern stuff was way beyond my comprehension. We decided that we'd better not bother bring my parents there.
The best part of the visit for me was the wacky fountain outside the museum. It was one of those things I'd wanted to see since I saw a picture in my 9th grade French textbook. Like the Champs-Elysees and Orangina. 
We call it « le dimanche des rameaux », which means something like « twig Sunday ». I didn't know you guys called it Palm Sunday. Reading the title of your note in my RSS reader, I thought you spent your Sunday diving in the Pompidou fountain :)
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