Le Poisson d'Avril

The second morning I woke in Paris it was April the First. Ted and I, that afternoon, went over to Pompidou to check out the good modern art they have there but, in the plaza outside the museum, there were some sort of festivities going on. After looking on a spell, somewhat confused, Ted noticed I had a paper fish taped to my butt. Evidently the French have some sort of an April Fool's tradition that involves children sticking fish to passersby unawares. Bizarre, yes, and beyond that I cannot tell you more but here is the fish Ted found on my ass, preserved all these years (since 4/1/88).

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