The Fire Dance

I nipped down from the convivial annual 'Fête du Quartier,' the annual street party held in the street above us, to watch a few minutes of the fire dancing in the square. It was pretty impressive. We could not linger at either event because we have bags to pack as my mother is at the end of her life. We managed to get the last two tickets on tomorrow afternoon's flight. Comments may be a bit thin in the next few days as you will understand.