The day of the Carnival. All dressed up young and old, we met at the Marie at 4.00pm.
It rained and showed no sign of stopping so undeterred we began our tour of the village. The Marie led, with a cassette player held above his head playing some jolly music and we followed, carefully sidestepping the puddles. Thankfully our village is a small one and soon we arrived at the village hall, all very wet. The make up that had been carefully applied a couple of hours earlier was now running uncontrollably and the knight’s cardboard horse now very sodden was propped wearily against the wall.
Soon the rain was forgotten as we devoured the mountains of crepes that the were waiting for us.
Real life in Southern Brittany from Nicole at frenchgites.com. Holiday cottages from only £175 per week
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