Yesterday was the Fete Cantonale which was as always a curious and fantastic day. Every village in the region decorates a float for their resident oldest tractor to drag around the square...this year there seemed to be an inordinate number of young men wearing womens clothing.
Also there were stalls selling anything from ceramic mushrooms (why?) to candyfloss and wooden bowls not to mention the roving still which looked exceptionally Heath Robinson esque and appeared to be churning out moonshine all day.
Lunch was the best bit though..it's the first time we've been. They had banda (marching LOUD band) which had apparently just won the prize for the best in france and between courses everyone lept onto their chairs, danced like maniacs and as the day progressed used the tables as well. I still cant hear properly.
Staggered home before the end as we had no torch and there was no sign of a moon.
Who wants to come next year?
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