The other party was a town festival celebrating Saint John the Baptist. Apparently, all over Europe (and Quebec) people celebrate Saint John on the solstice by building a bonfire on hilltops. The town party didn't seem to have any religious connotations, but there was a big bonfire at the end, as well as outdoor music and fire works. I've been searching for that small town feel, which is a bit hard when you town has 16,000 inhabitants. The fete helped. It was organized in a small park. Families and other Garchoises attended. We met a neighbor and watched some musicians from the local music conservatory. The night ended with an impressive firework display. Thomas and I left at this point. We did not wait for the pile of wooden crates to be set alight.
Parks in France are spectacular displays of topiary artistry. Add good weather, outdoor music, a loved one or two, and delectable dishes, and you transcend into a space of sensory eudaimonia.
work party. big band music.
There are times when I can't believe I work someplace that has this as part of its head quarters (don't work in this building though)