Sunday was the festival des hermits which took a strange form this year. Normally the young people hang out asking for dosh and then spend the day in cafes, drinking it - this year they had a rather civilized party in the MJC which the mayor visited. Perhaps it was the planning committee.
We had lunch at the Cathar Gormande which was as ever delicious and fun. Then Jim (Hankinson, not our local Jim) left us...
Last night we gave dinner to Margaret and John and their family, son Neil and bride Sorcha and their adorable baby Peter, plus her folks who were charm personified. Smashing evening, over too soon.
There was just too much colour in this shot, so took it to B and W - and here's a baby fighting sleep
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