It's getting warmer and sunnier here, and because we had a bit of a weird day planned, John was able to come up to la Flèche with me for the market. He hadn't believed my tales of long queues for pretty well everything, so I was pleased he got to see it for himself! Despite both cheese waggons being in, the queue for our preferred purveyor of fine cheeses - Jean-Marc Charland - was huge! Two ladies of a certain age behind me were plotting how to get people to leave the queue for a while, but eventually settled into gossiping about the local health centre. As I stood in the queue, having done all my other shopping apart from charcuterie (delegated to John for today), a band turned up, playing a variety of instruments, calling out rather than singing, and with a group of followers bouncing along in their wake - it was rather fun and certainly made queueing more interesting!
A chunk of the afternoon was spent waiting for the arrival of the septic tank (fosse) emptying man and his big lorry/vacuum cleaner for smelly stuff. While it felt like longer, it was only an hour (for a nebulous "in the afternoon" appointment), and then he was there. So I proudly showed him the cover of what I had been assured was the fosse lid, and was told that no, that was the filtre bed cover, and was even shown that to prove it. I was then given a lecture on how to find the missing fosse, which involves metal poles with a sharp end and stabbing the ground. When it has been located and uncovered, only then will he come back and remove the contents - seems reasonable I guess!!
What was slightly surprising was that the fosse inspector had not spotted that the trap he was shown was not actually for the fosse - that strikes me as a cop out but there we go.
Anyway, the venue was very scenic and it was a lovely sunny day, so here are two views that I wouldn't normally share, as they are not near us.
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