Good morning!
It’s Wednesday. Woosh, just like that, April has passed and May is here. Yesterday I took Ducky to a place very much not rooted in what most people think of when they think of France. Far from the fashion houses, the world-class museums, the ancient monuments, the sites of cultural heritage…far from anything one would equate with elegance or sophistication.
Friends, I took him to Euro Disney. He didn’t much care for the rides. The pirates looked scary enough but the ghosts didn’t seem very convincing. He wanted to stop and talk with Peter Pan, but there was no time. Ditto Pinocchio.
At first, the ducks were friendly but aloof, dutifully playing their parts. Ducky was confused but took it in stride.
Later in the afternoon, we came upon this fellow taking his afternoon break behind a shrub. Again, Ducky waddled right over to say hello—and this time, the other duck couldn’t have been more charming.
His name is Gérard, and he’s been working here with his family for three years. The food is good, the housing comfortable, and the only real predators are small children—“But we can get away from them easily enough,” he told me in astonishingly good English.
He and Ducky continued to chatter away in Quacke, none of which I understood. But apparently he told Ducky many of the secrets of the magic kingdom. And one day, if we’re lucky, Ducky may just share those secrets with us.
“There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t met yet.”
—William Butler Yeats
Onwards,
Clara
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So cute🥰💖🦆🦆