Vive le Albi! Today is Bastille Day, and even though I don't really know what it's all about, I know that all the French people in my neighborhood are in a good mood and have come out to celebrate by wearing funny hats and carrying fancy umbrellas.
Not many of you may know this, but I am named after a small town in France named, you guessed it, Albi! I haven't been there, but I would like to visit. I hear that it is small and lovely, kind of like me.
In France, people like to play football. But that doesn't mean they tackle each other and then eat Doritos after it's over. It means that they kick a ball and chase after each other. Which team am I on, guys?
Want to know what's as good as cronuts? Fancy pastries that they flew all the way from Brittany, France. They must have had a whole big plane full of these things. If I could have snuck on that flight, when they opened the cargo, all they'd find is a big fat rabbit.
But at the festival, the pastries only got second prize. First prize went to me, Albi, for having the best French spirit and being the most popular thing to celebrate. Thanks everyone!
Back in the olden days in France, if you messed with the wrong fella, you'd get your head chopped off with this guillotine. But now, it can be used for more useful purposes, like making a salad for lunch. Check me out as I make this carrot a little more exciting. Don't have a boring carrot; don't have a boring life!
Then it was time for me to do a little judging at this petanque match. The object is to throw the balls in the sand and then stare at them for as long as you can. Hey, you with the hat, no cheating!
Happy Bastille Day everyone!