Leo did his famous entrée, salmon in whiskey sauce. Kat made
the salad; little tomatoes of different colours with walnuts,
cucumber, onion and those little pretty salad leaves. I've just
finished it, it tasted as good as it looked.
Sally did the fruit crumble and Maggie bought the apple tart.
There was a little quince and fig tart as made by Annie left
from the night before.
I boiled potatoes and opened two tins of white beans, which
I heated.
Msr Charlie, of Chez Charlie, cooked the wild boar.
There were nine of us and everyone bought good red wine
and the superb blanquette.
Marvellous!!
(I thanked Msr Charlie this morning and he thanked us back.)
At 10pm on the dot we remembered the firework display after
discounting what at first seemed to be the space aliens attack.
We all scampered out to the old bridge where the fireworks
were being let off - no fey wispy golden showers here, thank
you very much. The earth moved and every demon in town
was expelled by the crashing explosions and the showers of
burning embers that fell on us all - it was great!!
The band afterwards weren't too bad - here they are,below, being watched by the ex-mayor and his wife.
I'm tender and delicate this morning and I blame the whiskey
in the starter. Nonetheless, off to the market - the other side
of the river because of the overcrowding in the square.
Then on to the vide grenier, big and fun and crowded. Bit
too hot - I shall go back in the cool of the afternoon.
En route I spotted unusual activity in the church and stuck my
nose in to catch the Bishop blessing all and sundry in front of
the astonishingly gaudy statue of St Michel and his endearing
dragon.
Shall we start a Society against Cruelty to the Emblems of Sin?
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P.S. Msr Francois has pointed out that it was strange indeed to use a bridge listed as an historic monument to set fireworks next to the church, also an historic monument. It explains the fire engine that took up some of the river frontage anyway.
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