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After dinner we take the metro back home and as we come out of the Kennedy station we hear African drumming.

For the past few days tents have been set up next to the metro station, but none of us are quite sure as to why. During the day they seem to have booths set up to talk about growing plants in the urban center, and other things just seeming to talk about what can be done in an urban center to better it. There as well seem to be presentations for children as seas of children appear before the stage from time to time as I pass through the area.

One of those odd little nuances it seems. Coming home from dinner and running into some African drumming on the street. Why not? Its France.
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