We missed Bastille Day again this year, and by only one day. The town was all done up in its finery. The flags were out, the band was practising.
The town hall was looking official.
I'd have made rather more of an effort to stay longer, had I known that the official entertainment was an Irish band and that the evening was being billed as a ceilidh. How a ceilidh fits with Bastille Day, I am intrigued to find out. It must be a night to remember, and it's happening this very minute.