Bastille Day (part 1)
As Wednesday was Bastille Day, The Girlie and I trotted over to Josselin to join in the celebrations there.
Actually, that’s a lie! We didn’t trot over there, we got in the car instead! Josselin is about 50km away and my trotting days are well and truly over!
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| Yes, that’s genuine horse poo! | Lots of it! |
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| It was difficult to work out who had dressed up and who hadn’t… I think these two had dressed up! | They had the right idea about children in those days…. Lock them in cages and feed them rat’s droppings! |
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| I used to work with the bald guy – he was a manager (and presumably still is..) at the abattoir | Dressed up or normal Josselin street fashion? |
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| “No Daddy, I don’t want to go off and fight in the Crusades. I want my mummy instead!” | He looks a bit like a medieval second hand car salesman? |
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| A medieval second hand car salesman’s convention? | A cheerful smile (and note the rainbow coloured flip-flop in the background! You can always tell the English, can’t you? They stick out a mile!) |
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| You can tell that these two…. | Aren’t up to any good at all! |
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| Proves my point about children…. Dirty, nasty, smelly beasts! | Posing in their Sunday best! |
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All the best
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