I reached Lageia’s taverna at about one o’clock. Only one car in the car parked at the front. “Have I come too early?” I wondered. I looked into the courtyard. No tables were laid out. “Something is not right,” I said to myself. Then I saw the arrow pointing to the church. “Event” was written below the arrow. I went on. Flags, music, parked cars. All was well.
I often write fairly long articles. But now what can I say? How can I describe this remarkable atmosphere of festive fun? What shall I say about the superb organisation of the Volunteers? Of the Euzone dancers? How can I describe the wonderful mountain view before us as we sat sandwiched between church and mountain?
It is said that a photograph says more than a thousand words. I think that on this occasion I will let my camera speak.