\tSchool may not be out and the calendar may not have passed June 21st yet, but it\u0092s officially summer. We went to the town pool this afternoon.<\/p>\n
\tFor a mere (gag) 7 Euros 90, Kaitlyn and I got to usher in the season of suntan lotion and splashing. We didn\u0092t go till 4 in the afternoon, so I skipped the lotion. My shoulders are now telling me that wasn\u0092t the brightest thing I\u0092ve ever done. <\/p>\n
\tWhile Kaitlyn soaked up the thrill of the pool… she can easily touch the bottom (I think it\u0092s marked at 120 centimeters deep)… I soaked up the unique experience that is a public pool here. <\/p>\n
\tThe thing that struck me the most today wasn\u0092t the bathing suits (more one pieces this year… nice to see modesty make an appearance), or the layout, which last year I found hard to get used to. <\/p>\n
\tNo… now it\u0092s the sound of our pool. (yes, I will call it \u0093our\u0094 pool.)<\/p>\n
\tI closed my eyes and listened. There\u0092s the kids screaming and playing… lots of \u0093maman!\u0094 or \u0093regarde!\u0094 (mom! watch!) There\u0092s the hum that French otherwise forms in my head. There was even the occasional bit of English I thought drifted my way. There was the tinkle of the bell behind me. It sits at the desk where you check your clothes (Everyone wears their street clothes to the pool, then changes in a changing room. You hang your clothes on a valet-hanger, put your shoes and other stuff in a basket on the bottom, then take a rubber band with a number on it and wear that around. It\u0092s like a coat check. But not for coats. And it\u0092s free. Should be for the price you pay to get in.) There was the pounding on changing room doors while children and lost husbands looked for people. There was the smack-smack of flip flops passing by. The distant volleyball game. The steady splashing as one after another pre-teens showed off by leaping fearlessly off the high dive into the big pool. Crying. Shouting. Go to a restaurant and everyone speaks in what feels like a whisper, it\u0092s so quiet. There is nothing quiet about the pool. It\u0092s a new kind of familiar that I found weirdly comforting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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