Complètement à l'ouest

There's a festival in our local park. Last night there was a free showing of Caire, nid d'espions OSS117, followed by a concert. This evening there's another free concert. And this afternoon there were various activities including the biggest car boot sale I have ever seen.

There was a vast amount of junk, of course, but it was French junk, and I kept thinking how easy it would be to buy the most French looking stuff, take it to Britain and sell it for a fortune out of suitcases in Covent Garden or something.

Lots of the folk are quite lively because of the sun and the sense of occasion. In the second photo you can see a guy playing the plastinette (a piece of PVC tube with a saxophone mouthpiece stuck on) while a lady sings romantic ballads and dances. The other stall holders showed their approval with a rapturous round of applause and she said La vie est belle, n'est-ce pas ?

Belle indeed.

complètement à l'ouest - a reasonable translation would be totally baffled or completely lost the plot. It is referring to the fact that we live in the wild west of Pessac.

I bought a projector stand for use at church for 5 euros. At present we use one of those tables that you use for people in bed.



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Alan said…
um.

on reflection it is also the second car boot sale I have ever seen.
8:38 pm
Anonymous said…
Is the bottom photo a typical example of the "french stuff" on sale? Presumably from the far eastern colonies?
8:59 am
Alan said…
His stall wasn't typical, but I thought it was by far the most picturesque.

His hatband said Thailand, and of course, the Thais were never colonised.

Most stalls had forty varieties of coffee-maker, various mini-ovens, records, books, toys, old clothes, antlers, mirror frames, etc. etc.
9:08 am
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