Even though it really does seem to be more of the eve of Tous Saints than a holiday unto itself. One of the day-care teachers I can see through the creche windows across the courtyard was dressed up today, but that was the only sign of Halloween I could see. The stores are already filling up with Sparkly Day candy. I finished Tristram's costume; I will have pictures up tomorrow. Tonight the camera is charging.
No trick-or-treaters, either--even if there are some around, they couldn't get into our locked building. Kind of sad, really. Tristram didn't sleep well last night, and Jonathan was cranky all day, which was not helped by his new Friday class (ten classes now) being composed almost entirely of insolent and stupid rugby players. The dismal lack of Halloweeniness (EuroDisney, it seems, calls it Halloweenmosphere) is alleviated by the fact that it's Friday, which, for us, is chicken day. There's a market every Friday afternoon in the Place de l'Europe, the square that is near us, and there is a guy there who sells the most delicious chickens I've ever had. It's quickly become our weekly tradition.
I want to stay because of the chickens. I want to leave because I miss Halloween. It's so sad not to have much of a holiday at all for one of the funnest holidays of the year. What good is mass the next morning? You don't get to dress up and no one gives you candy.
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