When I was in fifth grade, French class was the last class of the day and in September the classroom (which had no air conditioning) would easily hover around ninety degrees. Yes, all the girls wore polyester sailor uniforms and, yes, our first section in our French livres was French drinks.
Torture. Pure and utter torture.
We would learn about limonade, Orangina, other ice cold boissants. By the end of class, as all of us were basically dying of thirst and eager to get our hands on some jus de orange or les glacons.
But ever since then hot summers remind me of my fifth grade French class, learning about fancy French drinks in my horrible sailor uniform. And whenever I am absolutely, positively parched I think back and tell myself "well, at least you're not in French class."
How about we be French today and drink some fancy juices!