In the evening Christian and I toddled along to the bar where a young accordianist who has played there before was playing, I guess to earn money to help with her studies. The music was just how non-French (well, at least Brits of my age) would imagine the France of Edith Piaf and bal-musette. All very nostalgic to start off with but after about half an hour we were ready for home and bed even though we don't have to get up and walk tomorrow.
Welcome to all of you out there who might be interested to know about life chez nous. Hopefully, some of you will have happy memories of the house and the village and for those of our friends who have not yet made it over here, perhaps this blog will show them what they are missing! Click on the photos to enlarge them and please feel free to comment. A first name would be great so we're not left wondering who "anonymous" is! À bientôt et bonne navigation!
Friday, 30 July 2010
En Famille
In the evening Christian and I toddled along to the bar where a young accordianist who has played there before was playing, I guess to earn money to help with her studies. The music was just how non-French (well, at least Brits of my age) would imagine the France of Edith Piaf and bal-musette. All very nostalgic to start off with but after about half an hour we were ready for home and bed even though we don't have to get up and walk tomorrow.
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