Now and then a loud cheer and laughter would echo round the square and interrupt the petanque players concentration. The young firemen, being young firemen,were keen to enjoy themselves. Woe betide any solitary 20 something female who wandered past. They were soon sweet talked into joining one of the firemen in the cradle and then hoisted twenty metres into the air . Their ascent was accompanied by the sounds of merriment from the petanque field below. France!
We sauntered back home happy after a beer for me and a bowl of water ( and a hair tousle from the postman) for Wilf.