If there's a festival, we're there. Today's festival was the arrival of the 'Transhumance'. This turned out to be 60-odd woolly sheep, some woolly dogs, their woolly shepherd and a donkey being marched into the village with drums and pipes. They had come all the way from the Pyrenees and we waited for an hour or so with all the other villagers to follow them to the town square and then join in the festival. We ate (yes, again) yummy snails, crushed strawberries, sausages of cepes, chevre, fig, local beer . . . .
The sheep retired (collapsed) under some trees - it was a really hot day. We danced, bought stuff and generally carried on.
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