Thursday, my old friend πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§πŸ‡«πŸ‡·


What if the best day of the week isn’t Friday… but Thursday? The perfectly balanced, quietly rebellious middle child of the calendar. In France, it once meant freedom, bicycles, comic books, and scraped knees β€” and even today, it carries the sweet promise of the weekend just around the corner. Click in to rediscover why Thursday may be the most underestimated day of your life.

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