Street light

This isn't the best photo I took today, but it's the most unrepeatable and fits the theme best. A snatched photo out of the window, so a lot less thought and care went into it than into yesterday's photo! All part of the ups and downs of blip. Thank you everyone for all the comments, stars, and hearts yesterday. I will try to get round and thank everyone individually, but it will take a while.

We are so elderly now that we get invited to the old people's Christmas lunch, laid on by the Mairie. It's always enjoyable though; a four course meal cooked by the local restaurant, plenty of wine, and an opportunity to have a good gossip. In previous years, there has been dancing to very bad live music. But this year the Occitan class from Fabrezan provided the post-prandial entertainment, in the form of a play they'd written themselves, in Occitan of course. You wouldn't expect anything brilliant from this description, but actually we really enjoyed it -- despite not understanding half of it. In any case it was short and the plot, such as it was, very simple, drawing on the drama of a young couple going off to Paris to work, and then returning to the village and getting married.

What made it such fun was that the actors were playing themselves, or more likely their grandparents. The gestures, expressions, accents, and tones of voice were completely natural and conveyed everything you needed to know, without understanding the words. There was the odd in-joke too; the former mayor of Fabrezan is renowned for always getting up and singing Que la Montagne est Belle at the annual Bastille Day dinner. He duly sang it here, translated into Occitan by La Sauze.