As far a celebrations go, it was a fizzer. It thundered and rained almost all day but had looked like it was clearing a little before we jumped in the car to head for Gigny where the big Bastille Day celebrations were to be held for the city of Beaune.
What a let down. We arrived at 9pm, a respectable hour to unveil one's self at such an important community function. Firecrackers popped and banged in front and behind us, again, scaring the pants off me and providing AJ with fodder for much laughter.
Inside the parklands there was a food tent, a bar tent, and one ride for the kiddies. The only other thing for the youths to do was to let off the wayward firecrackers that were the source of my fear. AJ had not wanted to go in the first place after seeing how bad last nights celebrations were, but we told him this was an important day for the French, and as we were immersing ourselves in French life in every way possible, he must come. On arriving and seeing how dead the atmosphere was - a crowd of 40 does not make a raging party - he began with the "I told you it would be boring", this turned into rollicking laughter as the three of us stood back and began to take in the sights (or lack of) before us.
What a let down. We arrived at 9pm, a respectable hour to unveil one's self at such an important community function. Firecrackers popped and banged in front and behind us, again, scaring the pants off me and providing AJ with fodder for much laughter.
Inside the parklands there was a food tent, a bar tent, and one ride for the kiddies. The only other thing for the youths to do was to let off the wayward firecrackers that were the source of my fear. AJ had not wanted to go in the first place after seeing how bad last nights celebrations were, but we told him this was an important day for the French, and as we were immersing ourselves in French life in every way possible, he must come. On arriving and seeing how dead the atmosphere was - a crowd of 40 does not make a raging party - he began with the "I told you it would be boring", this turned into rollicking laughter as the three of us stood back and began to take in the sights (or lack of) before us.
Look at the queue for the ride...
The menu was much the lame as last night with the exception of the lard sandwich... what's a party without lard I ask
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We stayed a grand total of ten minutes at the 'big' Bastille Day celebrations as the rain teamed down, the thunder crashed (its sound almost drowned out by wayward fireworks) and the lightening lit up the night sky. We drove through the centre of Beaune on our way home to see if there was anything worth seeing there, the streets were quiet and deserted, the only sight to see was a family fleeing from the rain, laughing with every step they took, almost as haard as we were laughing at the big Bastille Day celebrations we had been part of... there's always next year!
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