July 14th. Bastille Day. The PONs are eager to get the day started.
The farmer harvested the wheat in the field by the crossroads three days ago. On our morning walk we see he's already grubbed up the stalks and is ready to start ploughing.
The mayor has set out the tricolors on the war memorial in readiness for the village Bastille Day celebrations. Around eleven the ancient combatants will be wheeled out for a brief rendition of the national anthem followed by a convivial glass or two of flock administered by The Very Old Farmer from his stainless steel tea urn. The special needs home will have a barbecue lunch and afternoon disco on the village green.
Later today a screen will be set up outside the village hall in readiness for tonights showing of a comedic movie about a snooty Parisian and his even snootier wife who come to live in the country. Their teenage daughter falls in love with a local farmers son who smells of cow dung and picks his teeth with his fingers. The inevitable happens and the Parisians soon have country in-laws who visit them in the Marais with 'side splitting' consequences. It is shown every year - sometimes twice. If its windy the screen will fall over. The lengths of power cable that run from the projector to the power point in the Salle des Fetes will, at various times, be tripped over so that the showing will be interrupted while the mayor tries to find the source of the problem.
Something exotic makes an appearance in the greengrocers. They are hard and scaly. Decidedly suspicious.
The French military sing the Marseillaise in a very 'clipped' way : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRim0nZ8bBg . Rather different from the more usual 'Berlioz' style : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7zQ57J8PSY