By great good luck I saw a poster saying that Stan was performing at La Sauzils; since Bob had arrived and Steve and Jeaney were here, it seemed a triple treat to drive into the mountains, enjoy the weather and watch Stan play.

And so it was. La Sauzils is tucked in the mountains above, well, above everywhere really - the sun was setting after a hot day and a tent had been raised to shelter the red wine (de l'Aude), the white wine (Chardonnay) and the pizzas.
Stan played like the demon he is...



and was joined by a frenchman I dont know who was wonderful. Jeaney thinks she might be able to you tube her film of the evening - if so I will link as it was masterly and so very strange, class A music in a commune of perhaps 30 persons.
---a perfect and magical evening.
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the french performer turned out to be Jo Stick, of Les Negress Vertes. Oh La.
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