Forget the bread!

Think of it as a type of insurance. Sure you can dream of being top of the class, going to some famous university, starting a career, working 60 to 80 hour weeks until you can, finally, force other suckers to work 60 to 80 hour weeks. Then worry about getting laid off and not finding another job because they are only giving them to young upstarts who are willing to work 60 to 80 hour weeks so they can get to where you are now. You know, the ladder of success;  every parent's dream for their kids.


But what if your life doesn't end up following this ideal scenario. What then? How are you going to cut it in life?

When you're our age you have to think alternatives. And as far as alternatives go the circus just doesn't seem like a bad one at all.

Yo get to travel, hang out with wild beasts and clowns, and clean up after them (I'm talking about the office here, of course). But the circus is so much cooler. I mean, you get to sleep late, work in a tent, and use all sorts of alternative travel like large rubber balls and unicycles. As Cole said: it's the top. The big top!

Not weak hearted? Check out some death-defying acts here: circus maximus.

Inès and the Chocolate Factory

Imagine...

All your school friends come to see you.

You turn on a faucet and dark chocolate comes out.

You turn on another tap and milk chocolate comes out.

You can drink all you want and no one yells at you.

In fact, the big people actually tell you to eat more.

Then all your friends give you presents.

Then you eat cake, chocolate cake of course!

Then you take home even more chocolate.

Dream?

No, it must be Inès' ninth birthday party!

Even mama went nuts!

Strong liver? Check out Ines' belated birthday party snaps here: Aztec spastic fantastic!

Christmas and Ata go together

Some things go together.

There are mystic combinations. These might include snow and skiing, movies and popcorn, summer and the beach, peanut butter and jelly.

Then there are loving combinations. Among these you might find mama and papa, pencil and paper, Dave and the chipmunks.

You also have your sensible combinations like silence and cinema, shoes and socks, Sancerre white and crottin de Chavignol.

Finally there are perfect combinations, and among these its hard to think of a better one than Ata and Christmas. This year that combination produced tostones, walks in the woods, buche de Noël, a third Christmas tree, confiture de lait, and lots of love. Yeap, a magic combination.

Busy sidewalks? Check out some quiet country Yuletide snaps here: No place like France for the holidays

Still not bored enough? Check our our Christmas preparation trip to Innsbruck: Tyrol cure-all

Heroes just for one day

When you have as admirable a papa as we do, it's hard to find real heroes. But when Inès had to choose a famous person who had made a major contribution to humanity for a school project, somehow papa wasn't on the school's list.

If it wasn't going to be papa then it was going to be a woman and a scientist. Marie Curie fit the bill perfectly. I mean, she even lived in Paris!

Of course, Inès prefers method acting, which was just right for this project. On the big day all the mamas and papas (not the hippy singers, the real mamas and papas) crowded into the pre-Christmas halls of the International School to meet the single greatest convention of famous people ever assembled. There was Albert Einstein, Amelia Earheart, Winston Churchill, Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, Charly Chaplin and even Jane Goodall.

But no one, no one was as impressive, and as beautiful, as the little Franco-Polish scientist with a glowing aura around her. Yes, Marie Curie stole papa's heart.

Wanna rub shoulders with a few giants? Check out some of them here: Cleopatra? Take a left at Henri Matisse