Wearing the Green

Market in the morning, an apéro in the bar before watching two carnival floats accompanied by a marching band pass through the streets of the village. I know it doesn't sound very grand but there was a great atmosphere with some adults and all the children in fancy dress. The kids were having a wonderful time throwing confetti everywhere and squirting people with foam and come to think about it so were the adults. In th evening there were tapas and a disco vaguely along a 60's, 70's, 80's theme though in fact it was more of "anything goes". My era was more flower power so it was fun trying out the punk look. The green hair went down a bomb and Irelend did beat England in the rugby! The emir sitting next to me who sadly has been cut off in his prime is of course Christian (I'll need to ask around for a better photo) and on the other side is the undertaker and his wife.
Called in at the bar on the way home where at 12.05am, the Gendarmerie stopped outside and told the patron that someone had complained about the noise. Of course we know who it is as she takes great pleasure in doing this at regular intervals. Hey ho! That's village life for you.