Maya Muses: Most people think of firewords for le 14 juillet, but for years my ex would drag me out of bed to go see the fighter planes and the helicopters flying over Paris. At times we would arrive just a little too late; afterall when you’re up dancing until the wee hours of the morning from all the neighborhood dances, the last thing a girl wants to do is go look at a bunch of tanks a few hours later! We compromised after those first years and we would walk to the Pont des Arts and watch as the planes zoomed overhead, and for some reason, I was always glad that I made the trek as I saw the bleu, blanc, et rouge imprinted in the sky.
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