Because it's June. June! June! June! Just because it's June! June! June!
So what happens in June?
People leave Bordeaux in droves, that's what happens.
So far we have said goodbye to a sizeable proportion of our International Church regulars.
Students return to the land whence they came.
Ex-patriates return to the patrie to become in-patriates for the summer.
Exams, that what happens.
Gwilym has French and History today.
Catrin has her first exam Wednesday.
Picnics and barbecues, that's what happens.
So after the International Service we went down onto the quays for a picnic.
Some of my lettuce got blown away, but not much, and it was a very happy time together.
Fete de la musique, that's what happens.
Next Saturday is fête de la musique.
Conceived to incite the French to get their fiddles out of the attic and get playing again, it's turned into a festival of street music in Bordeaux and of well-organised free concerts in Pessac.
We usually spend the day in Pessac charging from square to square to hear fife bands, accordion groups, big bands, heavy metal bands, bandas, choirs and the orchestra of the schools of music playing in the church.
This year we plan to go into Bordeaux. We'll see. We may chicken out.
The FdlM does have it's down side. It's the date when in the late evening you're most likely to see drunks around, though public drunkenness has been on the rise over the past few years, I think.
But my most lasting memory of fête de la musique is of the Brasseurs de Vent playing in the Place de la République in Pessac and the whole square dancing the madison together.
People leave Bordeaux in droves, that's what happens.
So far we have said goodbye to a sizeable proportion of our International Church regulars.
Students return to the land whence they came.
Ex-patriates return to the patrie to become in-patriates for the summer.
Exams, that what happens.
Gwilym has French and History today.
Catrin has her first exam Wednesday.
Picnics and barbecues, that's what happens.
So after the International Service we went down onto the quays for a picnic.
Some of my lettuce got blown away, but not much, and it was a very happy time together.
Fete de la musique, that's what happens.
Next Saturday is fête de la musique.
Conceived to incite the French to get their fiddles out of the attic and get playing again, it's turned into a festival of street music in Bordeaux and of well-organised free concerts in Pessac.
We usually spend the day in Pessac charging from square to square to hear fife bands, accordion groups, big bands, heavy metal bands, bandas, choirs and the orchestra of the schools of music playing in the church.
This year we plan to go into Bordeaux. We'll see. We may chicken out.
The FdlM does have it's down side. It's the date when in the late evening you're most likely to see drunks around, though public drunkenness has been on the rise over the past few years, I think.
But my most lasting memory of fête de la musique is of the Brasseurs de Vent playing in the Place de la République in Pessac and the whole square dancing the madison together.
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