Romance runs young with little French ones. Overheard the two 9 year olds asking eachother "Qui est ton amoureux?" (who is the one you love?") and then proceeded to discuss the romantic affairs of their classmates, on who goes well with whom, and how Luc will go better with Adèle in a year when he grows taller. It was like watching a kids version of "Sex and the City". I was in a trance but the magic was lost when one of them accidentally spilled juice on arm and procceeded to lick it clean like a kitty cat. Oh French kids, they are like mini adults and then they surprise you with some form of childlike silliness. They are also super adorable when they say "oh la la", my inner "aww" factor jumps as high Mont Blanc when this fabulous happenstance occurs.
