This is how we celebrate the French fête nationale in our village, starting with a Spanish band, La Gata Negra, during apéritifs and then eating paella – perhaps not surprising in a village with a population about a third of whom are of Spanish origin and one that feels very long way from Paris, which of course it is, 800 kilometres away.
I bet that was a great day out ;-)
Yes, it was!
For a moment, I thought I had somehow landed in Tanya’s Chica Andaluza blog! Looks like the villagers know how to throw a party. I hope you had a great holiday!
:) One of my best pals comes from Montpellier (not so far from this blog´s home) and most of her neighbours are Spanish!
Yes, there are so many Spanish people in this area, political and economic victims of the fascist years. They add a lot of fun to the warm cultural mix.
Looks good we also had fun here other that the rain! Have a good week Diane
Sorry about your rain!
Brilliant – and I bet those fireworks were super noisy weren´t they!
Loud bangs with every one, as well as sparks falling on to the spectators – good fun, though.
Great photos! C’etait une bonne fete, c’est sur!