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The Morris Men of Little Egypt
A Bloodless Crusade |
Little Egypt:
Languedoc
2006
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Dos fennos: un mercat. Tres: une fičiro.
Two women: a market. Three: a fair.
Our itinerary for Saturday again had three elements.
Two involved visits to the vibrant heart of southern French life - the market, while
the third focused on the place for which this area has become notorious in recent times. |
Inevitably, one or two found it necessary to adopt the recovery position on the bus, doubtless summoning
up the energy fully to enjoy the colour and spectacle of Revel market.
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| And full of colour and spectacle it certainly was. The sun shone, the stalls were brimming with all manner of
fresh produce - vegetables, fruit, bread, cheeses, meat and sausages - everything you would expect in such a classic setting. |
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Trying carefully to avoid upsetting the stallholders, we found a space immediately in front of one of the
cheese stalls.
The owner was happy for us to dance there. |
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| The moment the Band struck up, we attracted attention and a crowd gathered round. |
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| And it is no exaggeration to say that we were greeted with genuine enthusiasm and excitement. |
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Given the temperature, it was deemed wise to restrict our dancing to a few at a time.
The crowds of people also militated against spending too long in any one spot.
Serendipitously, as it turned out, our final dance coincided with the sound of a traditional French brass band wafting across the
market place. |
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| The juxtaposition of the two forms of popular music could not have been better expressed in words. |
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Another bonus was the presentation of free drink vouchers from a local bar owner - all
in all, a very successful gig.
Pat even found time to "lay down the gauntlet"
- the outcome of the duel is not recorded. |
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| We even got back to the coach on time, and headed off for Mirepoix, and lunch. |
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