A fete in rural France

I’m back from the fete in my mum and dad’s village in rural France.

On the first weekend of August each year the people from the village of Combeliaubert, and their friends from the next village, get together for food, boule and a bit of singing. This year there was a huge paella made with pasta and pigeon, Pernod before lunch, and a skit performed to tease the ‘mayor’ of the village about his love of fishing.

I went a previous year, and urge you to check out my post about it here – the weather was better so the photos are prettier. I love that the routines and rituals of the fete remain the same each year (though the menu varies), so the same crate of cold water appeared again to cool this years’ melons and water.

As usual, I took baffling (to our French hosts) photos of inanimate objects, some of which I’ll share with you over the coming few days. This weekend is the return leg, the fete in the neighbouring village. I don’t know how they take the pace.