Even though it was a beautiful day we decided to stay in and catch up on our blog, photos, and more importantly our clothes.
So it became laundry day with David and myself alternating writing the blog. We didn’t have access at Riboto so we have four days to write, post, pick photos, and write captions. The internet at the farmhouse gave us fits too, as it would go down every few minutes. So, halfway through uploading the photos or writing the blog, the net connection would fail and we would have to start over. Oh well, we got through it, and today (Monday) it seems pretty stable. Our plan for the day was to get all this done, run into the village to pick up a chicken for dinner, and spend the evening at home.
The first batch of clothes went into the machine (what a delight to have a washer and dryer while traveling) while I fought the battle of the intermittent Internet. Patrick knocked on the front door to ask if he could check the Internet modem/router, as he could not get on line. He thought that maybe our hookup had caused a problem. David explained that the modem and router were okay (he had re-cycled them and done a self-test) but the connection from the web to the mas was going up and down. Nothing we can do.
The situation got better, with only occasional lapses, so I was able to get posts written up and then up load and caption photos. Meantime, David was on to the next load of clothes, and then the whites.
With the posts and photos up, and the laundry done except for the ironing (ummghh), we decided to head into town to buy our chicken and maybe have a glass of wine at the Cafe du Centre. Surprise! As we neared the town there were cars parked everywhere, and a sign that said “Village en fete” (village festival). The small square and main street were jammed with tables, people, and animals, so we drove on and searched for a parking place. We finally found one and strolled into town. The fete was a celebration of past times and crafts. There were booths where people dressed in period costumes were making traditional dishes, spinning thread, and making items fashioned from metal and leather with centuries-old tools. There were also booths with livestock and fowl.
Just as we arrived, a small parade began, with horse-drawn carts loaded with folks dressed in costume. The crowd applauded as each cart went by, with the finale being a vintage motor car. Shortly after, a fife and drum group paraded up and down the street. While the music they played could best be described as ode a la migraine, they were charming.
With all of the shops closed, buying our chicken was a non-issue, so we decided to grab a table at the Cafe du Centre. A carafe of wine and glasses hit the table almost as soon as we sat down, and we turned to see Chrystelle waving at us with a big smile. If a gorgeous day could get prettier, this one did, with the small bands of clouds eventually disappearing, leaving just blue skies and sunshine.
The fife band made several more passes up and down the street, and vendors in costume hopped in and out of tables at the cafe, taking breaks from cooking and crafting. There were dogs everywhere, strolling with their families. They were all remarkably well behaved – no barking or snarling – just glances at other dogs that said “bonjour, good to see you.” Lucy would have had a fit and gotten us banned from Eygalieres, if not France, for 20 years.
As the crowds thinned, we wound our way back to our car and headed home, chickenless but having had a great time. We lopped off some baguette and fashioned a couple of sandwiches, David finalized a few things on the computer, I ironed, and then it was time to turn in.
An unexpected, and most enjoyable day.