For as long as I can remember -- 35 dog years?? -- Mom gets all excited on July 14th because it's what we call Bastille Day here in the U.S. of A. and the French call "le quatorze" -- just the way we say "the fourth."
She lived in Paris for a while, so the day reminds her of parades down the Champs d'Elysees; a huge illuminated blue, white, and red flag fluttering in the middle of the Arc de Triomphe; and lots of delicious steak and fries.....
To get in the mood this morning, she woke everybody with a stirring, off-key rendition of the Marseillaise. I guess it's better than fireworks redux, but we'd rather have some of that steak!!! (And it did stop the snoozin'!!!)
