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.