I found one at the grocery store the other day. Huge and yellow. Pomelos make me so happy; they are delicious and I have the nicest memories connected with them.

The last time I ate one was in Paris. I went with two friends to Pierre Herme for macaroons. Then Nako and I stopped in a little park, on our way to the Rodin museum, and the split cookies and the fruit. In the Rodin gardens we ate some more cookies. It was a really good day. One of my favorite Paris days.

Tonight, I'm eating mine while I watch Babies on Netflix. It feels pretty cozy.

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