We went down to the square yesterday evening to listen to bluegrass. Every Friday during the summer there are a bunch of musicians playing, one band or more, it varies: the music is lively and enthusiastic. The singing? Sometimes good, sometimes bad, always with lots of energy!
Except for the fact that it started at 7:55 instead of the advertised 7pm, it was great: we took a picnic dessert of ice cream, plums and blackberries with us, spread ourselves out over the grass, and took it all in.
Even if the grass here is all brown rather than green. Or blue.
Yours, au bleu,
N
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