Monday, November 16, 2015
There are times ...
A national state of emergency in place and three days of national mourning. The village children hoped that school would be cancelled. It wasn't. To show his disappointment the annoying little tike that lives at the crossroads does his trick of rattling a stick against the metal bars on the gate. The rat-tat-tat noise causes the PON duo to howl. The little tike, delighted with the hullabaloo he's caused, skips down the lane dragging his satchel behind him.
Monsieur Bay and two of his colleagues from the retired gendarmes association are on duty to ensure that the 7.15 , 7.30 and 7.40 school buses collect their passengers without mishap. Cynics might wonder what use octogenarian gendarmes would be in an emergency . This misses the point. In French villages there are times when everyone does their duty - and wears their medals.
As we return from our walk we find the mayor clambering on top of a chair . He can't fly the flag outside the town hall at half mast so he's furling it with black crepe ribbon. Monsieur Bay is doing his bit to help by steadying the chair.
There is much for the Anglo-Saxon to find annoying about France but at moments like this there is much to love.
Just another Monday morning in deepest, deepest France profonde.