Over the river in the
Bouches Du Rhône, is a town called Lambesc. As we had guests with us, we
decided it might be nice to go to the festival there and arrived just in time
to miss all the food. I asked if anything remained and was told that it had
been eaten and that there was nothing left. A few minutes later the President
of the committee of events approached me and declared that they had managed to
cobble together a pile of cheese, two and a half litres of Rosé, five tartes
aux pommes, a baguette and some soft drinks. Chairs were set up, a table was
offered and we all sat down with many Mercis
and c’est très gentils and tucked in.
The Fête autour du Moulin
was based around the windmill which had been newly restored and was open to the
public.
This
is a painting of it.Many thanks to the kind people of Lambesc for feeding us! For Free!
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