Try not to look at the state of Estelle's socks after a few runs around this thingy:
Below was a stage for performances. In the background you can just see the colored ribbons of the tall Maypole.
This group was playing Gourdes. Like real gourdes, from a garden. Wacky. They sounded like kazoos. Some of the gourdes were turned into little hand drums, like the lady on the far left.
It was a sunny morning. We had got up very early to see Thomas' cousin Emilie off on the ferry to Corsica. She and her BF had driven from Calvinet the night before.
Here's a little video of one the music acts who was warming up. Also a bit of tourism narration from me for the big park we were in. Love that trumpet player.
