Village Fête
More of a hamlet really, but with enough Pineau for an established city. Before I get carried away on the subject of Pineau, as I did drinking the stuff, the fête is held once a year. The majority of the locals make an appearance. From the proceeds of the winter hunt, a wild boar is taken from the deep freeze and spit roasted.
Serge amongst others, carving - and yes, that is his hand he is pretending to cut off.
His more rational father Joseph, finishing off the boar in the bread oven. The rain had dampened the embers, but not peoples spirits. The bread for the event was cooked by a local baker in the oven earlier.
Cherry pie was served up, before games of Pétanque and darts.
