Last year, you may recall reading that Michael and I went to the Salon de l'Agriculture at a convention center here in Paris. In case you don't remember, let's just say we had a bit of a sensory overload - mostly I think because we had no idea what a massively and insanely French urban-rural experience it actually is. So it came a bit of a surprise to me that I ended up back at the Salon not once, but twice this year, all in the space of a few days. The first occasion was on the opening day of the event, which we agreed to attend at the suggestion of some friends who had never gone; the second was as an 'educational' field trip organized through work by the French Ministry of Agriculture. I have to say that we had a way better time this year. Both because we knew what to expect and were prepared for massive rooms of prize-winning cows, throngs of people, and French politicians wandering around with camera crews in tow. But mostly because of this: Best. Goat. Experience. EVER! I mean, look at this 12-day old cutie!! I had only originally gone up to pet the little guy, but I think the farmer saw the look of absolute joy on my face and called me back over and handed Mr goat right over to me. He was so soft, and put his head right on my shoulder and whispered a little 'meeeeh' in my ear. I died. I wonder how our neighbors would take to having a pet goat in the building?!
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