I took the boys to the carwash. The original plan was to get cranky Henri to fall asleep during the drive, but then the boys spotted a circes across the street with a throng of kids lining up for a show just about to begin. So we went.
Turned out the circus was a small family business from Turkey. The girl from the cash register did some hoola hoops and some tightrope walking (in about 1 meters height), the guy who sold us popcorn was the balancing act, the horse handler doubled both as a (not on purpose) awkwardly shy clown and a knife thrower who threw his knives from a very short distance,, and there also was a very chubby 11 year old girl who did gymnastics routines with the air of a ballerina. They also had ponies and horses and dromedars.
The boys loved it.
The best thing was that during intermission (for a modest fee) you could go out through the artists' entrance and visit the animals.
There were pony rides.
Henri got to sit on a camel.
There was some classic flame-throwing.
And some toys that twinkle in the dark. Big hit for a quick trip to the car wash.
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