Montresor is such a lovely place. We never tire of going there.
10 March 2010
THE COMICE AGRICOLE
7 March 2010
The market itself was fascinating, with lots of people browsing and enjoying the ambience. I couldn't say how good sales of medieval clothing were on such a hot day, but we did buy some lovely herbs and a very useful mortar and pestle from one stall holder.
People started gathering in the square for apéros and gradually the tables filled up and the whole place was buzzing. It was a beautiful warm evening. The crew at the PreHisto did a fantastic job of getting the three course meal out hot and fresh to everyone. Not all at the same time of course, but who could complain about waiting when we were having such a good time ?
After dinner the band started playing and we had lively dancing to an eclectic mix of music in typical French style. All age groups joined in and would be on the dance floor together. It was marvellous. We certainly don't get anything like this at home in England. Even if the weather was good enough, persuading anyone to do anything outdoors like this where we live would be a complete non-starter. Teenagers would NEVER be seen within a mile of a dancefloor that had "OLD PEOPLE" (like us) on it, not to mention toddlers. You might manage it at a private wedding but in public - not on your life !
Much later, when we had all had an evening "bien arrosé", and worked off some of the frites on the dance floor, we all wandered down to the river to see the fireworks. By which I mean everyone, the whole village. Or at least it seemed like it. I was surprised to overhear one or two grumbles about how poor the fireworks were compared to previous years. To me they were fantastic. We oohed and aahed to our heart's content. Our only equivalent to this in England is on 5th November and for that you nearly always have to brave freezing rain and mud. And eat soggy hotdogs. Here we had had delicious moules and frites followed by lively dancing AND FIREWORKS. What more could anyone want ?
For the umpteenth time that holiday we wandered up the hill to our little cottage very happy indeed. We sat on our little terrace in the past-midnight warmth and listened to the last of the music and the happy chatter going on down in the village square. How lucky we were to have found this place. You can keep your swimming pools and fancy verandas, your acres of land, vineyards and orchards. With our tiny terrace overlooking the village, our scary plumbing and dodgy wiring, our scruffy bedrooms and crumbling paintwork, being in the thick of it all and knowing that fresh croissants were only a few steps away in the morning, we had the overwhelming feeling that it doesn't get much better than this.