Saturday, December 3, 2011
The day of the village Marche de Noel . For the last two weeks a large cut out Father Christmas has decorated the road side windows of the salle des fetes. '' Venez nombreux . Je serais la " the sign declaims somewhat hopefully . Underneath a list of the attractions : ' Tombola in aid of the Red Cross . Numerous exhibitors . Grotto . Snacks ' . Irresistible .
First light and there's already quite a crowd gathered outside the village hall . The oversexed ladies from the art class waiting by one door, Madame Bay and the ladies from the Beautiful Byeways committee by another . The old farmer , already dressed in his Father Christmas outfit , deep in conversation with the mayors wife . All patiently waiting for the mayor who has forgotten the keys and has had to drive back home to get them . A breezy ' Bonjour M'Ongoose. Bonjour Wilfee ' chorus as we pass.
Saturday morning in deepest France Profonde . Wilf may get a sliver of Madame Bays anchovy , pineapple , ground beef and goats cheese pizza for lunch .