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.


Saturday, 8 July 2017

"farting the floor"


A thank you from the hosts of last night's free trad bal in Caylus reads :

Bravo les musiciens et les danseurs qui nous ont fait " péter le plancher " soirée réussi et toujours autant d'ambiance .....

auto translated as:


Kudos to the musicians and dancers who made us "fart the floor" evening and always so much atmosphere.....


Better on so many levels than last year when there was the ancestral lineage of a thunderstorm, this year it was a hot night with almost a full moon plus the benefit of a wooden dance floor. 

We go to two dance workshops each week during the winter months , one nearby in Caylus, the other 50 kms away at Salles sur Cerou near Cordes, where TC is one of the musicians. Last night a large contingent from both groups arrived to dance support Trevor and the musicians of Salles  "Sallebande" at a summer only guinguette venue in Caylus, run by a couple who also dance.

Sallebande
So there we were, as far as we know the only English people, at a French traditional bal where we knew almost all of the dancers personally and TC was  playing for the  bal.We were in our element.

It was like a great big summer party - one of those relaxed summer evenings the French do so well, lots of music ,dancing, chips and sausages and carafes of wine. No need to ask further why it is I feel so much at home here. Luckily my back had improved sufficiently for me to be able to do at least a bit of dancing and today I can still move!



The summer is really under way 
and    
 
aiçi sén pla  

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