crazy days of summer

Is the world spinning faster? I think not, it's just that time of year again.

July and August in SW France means fêtes and festivals, fireworks and feasts.

There is so much going on that it is impossible to fit everything in. This weekend, the last in July, is always the date of our local village fete, unfortunately it is also the weekend of the fete at the village which is almost a second home for us as it is where we go to dance every Friday evening. Luckily for us the last couple of years we have been able to do both as the main events ( at least for us) are on different evenings during the weekend.

So Saturday night saw us joining many friends at a traditional bal in Salles dancing under the stars on a beautiful evening. It's 50 kms to Salles but as always when we arrived we were not the only ones to have travelled, it was a case of all the usual faces!

Sunday it was back to home territory for the moules à la paille repas at Puylagarde. Another lovely warm evening and the threatened thunderstorms held off until we were safely tucked up in bed.

 

 

This has become one of our favourite events of the summer and this year was even better as we had a crowd of friends joining us.

I always love the atmosphere of these huge village meals, hundreds of locals, second homers, summer visitors all in holiday mood. It's so much better these days too as when we go to a gathering like this we are never on our own.







Tonight we will be dancing again, later in the week we are going to an outdoor Offenbach opera at Bruniquel and next weekend its back to juggling festivals, fireworks and meals with friends.