Sunday Festival of the oldies
Lovely sunny day all day, with a brisk breeze (wish the breeze had not breezed during the night, felt the tent was going somewhere). Today there was an event on in the village Maussnnes les Alpilles, (for those not following the plot, this is where we are camping). The road through the village was shut off, and lots of stalls had been erected. Not a French market but a celebration of the ancient peoples. Lots of people were dressed in clothing from the early 20′ century. Stalls with traditional skills, and traditional schooling and traditional dress. Procession of carts, men, women and children dressed in various clothing from various ages, playing whistles and singing, or just walking. Nice way to spend a few hours sipping a cold beer and watching people walk by.
Lunch purchased from the Spar opposite where we were sitting. Rosemary quickly rushed in as it was showing signs of closure.
After our lunch we went for the ‘Tres Facile’ walk into the Alpilles. This took us along a road, where we were surprised by all the running water, and irrigation channels with sluices. Worked out that water was being piped off the hills and used to water the fields on the other side of the road. Some splendid Mas and some for sale. Walked up into the rocky hills where Rosemary appeared to be a rather prevalent weed. Spotted a couple of different species of Dragonflies. Pictures probably not very good, as they were being buffeted by rather strong winds.
The directions were somewhat ambivalent and we were not at all sure of our location. Rosemary confessed later that she thought we were lost. Made it back after several hours of trekking, in desperate need of beer and pastis.
Wind still blowing hard, as we prepared for another night of being buffeted in our tent.