High summer. A group of German painters in the village square. A folkloric festival in the local market town. The whole of France about to close the shutters and sink into a heat drenched stupor.
On our morning walk we meet the ancient priest leaving the old abbey church. The steeple was hit by lightning in last months storms. He takes us into to see a side chapel where building materials are being stacked up. '' Heaven alone knows when they'll start the repairs ". Seems we're not the only ones who have problems with the local tradesmen.
Late at night we head off to an outdoors music festival. A youngish lady in a slightly too short cocktail dress is performing on a stage in front of the town hall. She's backed by three pony tailed gentlemen with guitars. '' Sounds of the Pampas - French folk songs the Argentinian way " says the poster. The youngish lady is very enthusiastic. Her audience, lulled by the heavy heat, less so. A gaggle of toddlers sit in front of the stage clapping with their hands above their heads. Bob and Sophie settle under a table and are soon asleep. They wake briefly when they hear one of the pony tailed gentlemen start to play the castanets.
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At least Bob and Sophie didn't join in the singing.
XXXOOO Daisy, bella & Roxy
For small mercies we are grateful !
At events like this, I'm usually more entertained by the crowds of people and dogs like Bob and Sophie!
An evening of music for Bob and Sophie to enjoy. Who knows, the young singer may have welcomed a canine chorus.
Sounds like a pretty nice evening, if only the music were better!
Just try to imagine Sophie and Bob entertaining the crowd - Kiri and Daisy (she joins in out of solidarity...) howl at the gate when I leave the little boy at home - heartbreaking - the Baskerville home in Southern Italy- lol love from Susanne, Daisy and Kiri (the duo) - glad the cats are silent...
And for their next trick, Bob and Sophie dance flamenco....?
The festival sounds like fun, the town and church have charm galore.
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