It was very cold on Sunday for the Bordeaux Carnival, but still some ladies decided to cast off upper clothing of all description, paint their torsos and dance half-naked through the streets of Bordeaux. Do they deserve medals? Do they need counselling? I leave it to the gentle reader to decide.
Meanwhile after last year when we had to samba across the cathedral square in the pouring rain to get to Dan we decided to stay on bus 4 until Gambetta on the far side of the carnival route, so we missed everything except the photos in the local newspaper.
James was preaching and I didn't even have to do the song sheets, so I sauntered through the streets without even a rucksack. Luxury!