Every first of April, something quietly absurd overtakes the French. People creep behind unsuspecting victims, armed with paper cutouts. A shout rings out — Poisson d’avril! — and the target discovers a fish taped to their back. It is a tradition so cheerfully specific, so stubbornly French, that it deserves more than a footnote in […]
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