Aici sèn pla

This blog started as a daily record to mark our fifth year at Segala. Daily it did not turn out to be but after the year I have decided to continue as an occasional diary - after all I do still like it here or "aici sen pla".


Its our fifth year living at Segala. I have decided to try to mark this year with a daily post ( some days it will be just a photo) of our life over the year. I have trawled my brain for witty titles without success then I remembered the slogan on the T shirts at the fête in Espinas in the summer.


A friend translated it from the occitan for us. It seems to mean something along the lines of I like it here. Very apt for us, "I like it here " is a refrain we use to each other at least daily so that's the plan - Aici sén pla - a year of daily musings from a contented retired expat who thinks herself damned lucky every single day.


Sunday, 26 July 2015

c'est la saison

It's summer and that means it's fête season.

Every village, large or small, prides itself on it's fête and I am sure that it would be quite possible to eat at a village "repas" every Saturday and Sunday throughout July and August. Some fêtes attract huge numbers of people. Espinas for instance, which is a village of only 150 inhabitants, attracts thousand to its weekend of old style harvesting demonstrations. The meal regularly feeds 1000 plus 200 volunteers from villages all around who come to help.



Because there is so much going on it is always impossible to fit everything in and we always end up missing things because we forget about them.

This weekend is when both Puylagarde( where we live) and Salles ( where we go to a weekly  dance workshop) both  traditionally hold their fêtes leaving us with a choice. Puylagarde is home to a large horse stud farm and it's fête had a very horsey theme - good for those who like displays of horse riding but not really our style. We will be at the moules à la paille meal tonight though.







Salles on the other hand is a village with a strong traditional music tradition and we like to go to the evening dances. On Friday it was an Irish group with a caller who did celtic dances and last night was the meal followed by a traditional bal.





So that's where we were last night. Salles is almost a second "home " village to us now - we have lots of friends there. Last night there were even people there who live near us who we have introduced to the village who are attracted by the traditional music and dancing.









One unique feature of the Salles bal is the "buffatiere" at midnight. Nothing quite prepares you for the first time you see it - people of the village disguised and clad in long white nightgowns and bedcaps invade the dancefloor and during a strange dance use bellows to cover bystanders in talc. Very bizarre but fun!




 





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