Sunday, December 8, 2013

I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.






Blue skies and sunshine after two weeks of freezing fog. At the cafe under the arcades a group of Belgian tourists. A most unusual sight at this time of the year. To the amazement of the beer and absinthe set the tourists cluster together at an outside table. Their cheerful laughter a stark contrast to the silence of deepest France profonde on a Sunday morning.Bob and Sophie ignore them as they eat their illicit half croissant.

Inside the church we find the mayor. The plaster of Paris saints have been moved to enable the fresco restorers to complete their work. Somehow, Joan of Arc has taken a fall and lost an arm. The mayor wonders if one tube of superglue will be enough to restore her. '' It's the arm that holds her lance " he says somewhat gnomically.

Saturday night is the village pre-pre-Christmas get together. The Beautiful Bye ways Committee and the Floral Village Committee have failed to coordinate their diaries. As a result the village will be celebrating Christmas twice. This is the Floral Village event.The entertainment provided by a group of four middle aged gentlemen in red silk shirts, black trousers and aquamarine cummerbunds. Sentimental ballads their speciality. Madame Bay, the little lady in the purple hat and the Very Old Farmer sing and sway unselfconsciously along, hankies dabbing their eyes in unison.

For a flavour of a village Saturday night you can't beat this link.






7 comments:

Angus said...
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Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Too bad you just had the backing group and no Piaf!

XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

Just a student response that said Joan of Arc was burned as a steak.

WFT Nobby said...

Looking forward to finding out what the Beautiful Byways committee lays on for Christmas entertainment. I'm imagining there may be an element of competition between the two groups?
Cheers, Gail.

VirginiaC said...

Bob looks humongous in these photos....what are you feeding him?
Two Christmas get-togethers...who could ask for more....I love your village in deepest France profonde....anything, and I mean ANYTHING is possible.
Happy Sunday to you all.

Anonymous said...

Edith Piafs voice is incredible.
The second picture is beautiful and is that one of the poor old rose bushes that Bob is chewing in picture 3?
Picture 4 of an athletic Bob reminds me that we have been quite a long time at 'Grandma's' house who is rather good at sneaking treats to Merlin, who is looking somewhat portly. Soon back to long walks around the valley, similar views to picture 2 and a fitter PON!
Have a lovely day.
x

Emm said...

Your landscape picture of (what I assume is) early morning is quite lovely. And perhaps the Belgian tourists found France Profonde warm in comparison to home?

If your local sing-alongs sound anything like Piaf, you are fortunate indeed. I like that her singers are singing -- they are not shouting into microphones, or gyrating, or twerking.

Kari said...

Do either of you sing?