Bonjour,
I hope that you simply and yours are nicely.
Right here in my little bit of France, it’s time for the annual village get together to have a good time the harvest – known as a ‘ducasse,’ an outdated Flemish phrase for a shindig, which this yr coincides with my birthday! That is the largest occasion of the yr within the village, not my birthday – the get together!
An enormous tent has been erected in the back of the city corridor. Lengthy tables and benches have been specified by neat rows, and in some way 420 folks will handle to squeeze onto the seats for dinner. Although there are solely 152 folks within the village, socialites from throughout arrive for this particular occasion! Craggy confronted farmers stand on the entrance the place there’s a makeshift bar and bottles of excellent wine value only a few euros. Outdated girls all the time sit on the entrance tables in order that they don’t need to climb over different folks to make their escape after the DJ has performed ‘their music’ – the compulsory sounds of the late, nice Johnny Hallyday (the French Elvis), and Le Madison, a line dancing music that’s been widespread in France for some 60 years! Youngsters run and slide on their knees on the picket dance platform, and youngsters apply dance strikes – prepared for his or her extra fashionable music and a protracted evening forward.
The night begins with a lot of time to satisfy and greet everybody. Dinner is served round 10pm to loud applause and cheers as volunteers herald enormous bowls of steaming mussels, spit roasted rooster and heaps of crispy French fries, adopted by a collection of native cheeses together with Maroilles, one of many smelliest fromages ever invented, with piquant pickles and chunks of baguette, and eventually a collection of petit 4 truffles, eclairs and madeleines, tiny lemon meringue tarts and crunchy merveilleux – candy meringue balloons crammed with cream.
Round midnight, the DJ – a neighborhood man my neighbour Jean-Claude has nicknamed ‘Docteur Jekyll et Mister Hyde‘ as he transforms from a grumpy plumber by day to an ebullient performer behind the flip desk, will stride by way of the tent, to the ear-splitting strains of “I’m too horny for my shirt” (he’s not!), the Mayor will make a protracted speech (it’s the legislation for mayors to speak for hours in France), adopted by a stampede to the dance flooring when Docteur Jekyll lets the music unfastened.
When the solar comes up the following morning, weary party-goers will make their method dwelling, startling birds within the hedges, and cows within the fields as they stumble previous. And I can be one other yr older!
Bisous from my little of nook of France, and bon weekend from a celebration in rural France,
Janine
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