Last February, during Carnival in Argelès-sur-mer, our neighbor boarding the little open tourist train that was part of the parade signaled us to hop aboard.
We did and participated in throwing and were pelted with confetti.
It was a memory-making moment and for weeks if not months after, we found confetti.
October 20th, some eight months later, when we were in a waiting room, we looked down at the floor.
There was a piece of confetti that had not been there earlier. No one else around could have donated it.
We thought it was the last one, but this morning Rick found one more. Maybe there is no last confettsion.