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Not (Really) Guilty

“You’ve never visited the Courthouse?”

“I didn’t even know you could go inside!”

“Feng and I have been there a few times. They let you in as long as you don’t linger. They probably don’t want tons of tourists inside.”

My mum, Mark and I were in front of the massive courthouse, a new controversial architectural project that opened a few years ago to replace the old courthouse, a very classical building.

“Are you going to be nice, Mark?”

“No.”

“Are you going to be nice?”

“No. Not nice.”

“Then we are not going.”

“I’m nice! I’m nice!”

“Okay. I take Mark, we leave him in the stroller. We just have to go through security, you know, like at the airport. I’ll go first with Mark, they may have to check the stroller.”

“Sounds good.”

We pushed the heavy door and followed the sign to la sécurité. I had nothing in my pockets, the stroller was clean (it’s not the case at the end of the day when we have Mark’s toys, snacks, baguettes and a bunch of grocery bags…). The security gate didn’t beep, all clear.

I was about to step to the side when suddenly, I heard my mum behind us.

Merde! I forgot I had scissors in my handbag!”

I shrugged. I assumed she meant she had a pair of tiny manicure scissors, surely it wouldn’t be an issue.

I turned around to see my mum pulling a giant pair of pointed-tips scissors out of her handbag. A perfect weapon for the former anarchist she is.

Meanwhile, my mum had an excuse…

“I’m sorry, I totally forgot they were in my bag! It’s just that I went to see my parents yesterday…”

Great. It sounded like my mum had just murdered her parents on a gloomy Sunday.

The back story? My mum and I had stopped by at my grand-parents’ and because we had time that day, we gave my grand-father a haircut. My mum has a good pair of scissors just for this purpose, my grand-father still has rather long hair and he would never pay for a haircut.

Fortunately, courthouse security has probably seen it all and she wasn’t in trouble, she just left the scissors at the gate and we picked them up when we left.

Plus, my grand-parents had a good laugh when I told them the story.

You can find all the pic­ture in the France 2015 set.

Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse
Nantes' Courthouse
Nantes’ Courthouse

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