I had lots of good runs --early before the heat got too intense.
|I love seeing the clouds over the mountains.|
|This street redefines the term alley cat.|
|Do you see the fisherman standing in the river?|
|In addition to pastries and desserts, the bakery sells sandwiches and quiches.|
You can see that a lot of people crowded into the street in front of the mayor's office waiting for the red kerchiefs. A British friend had his nieces and nephews along and one boy wanted out of the crowd so Earl put him on his shoulders and he snapped this picture for me.
|Here we are with our city scarves with Jules and Jack.|
|Here's the town crest on the scarves with the year 2018, as modeled by Earl and me.|
But that was only the beginning of the village festival. One day there was a bike race -- a Criterium that included professional bikers.
|Jack, Earl and I perched on the corner to watch the bike race|
|Here come the riders|
|Here's the blue bridge with the riders streaming across.|
Every night of the festival, the village had music. Sometimes a band would play early in the evening, but the real music began at 10 -- after dinner -- and lasted until 2. We ventured down to the square for music a couple of days, but we didn't realize how amazing it was until the final night. Next year, we'll be there dancing each of the five nights of music.
|The band the final evening. There were lights and costume changes.|
Later in August was another community dinner. We gathered under a tent with friends for aperitifs before we were served moules (mussels) as an entree. The main course was pork jowls, so not my favorite meal, but when the music started, all was forgotten.
|Each person received a big bowl of mussels|
|Some dream catchers and carvings|
|Musicians often play around the festival. These musicians stationed themselves near our regular cafe.|
Here he is with all three of the kids enjoying a meal on a patio.
It was strange to be in France without him. I worked hard at teaching and spent time with friends.
Often I'd go to the bakery in the morning and buy a pastry for breakfast along with a baguette sandwich that I would cut in half for lunch and dinner. The bakery served all my needs.
And that is how August ended, with me alone in France. Earl did all the things he had missed in the States, like hug the kids, and I was jealous.
But I was in France, so everyone else was jealous.