Deep in the Provençal countryside our friend Philippe had his annual summer party.
This view, rolling green, steady charm, Peter Mayle’s words in reality to see a video go on my Facebook.
French Party Scene
First, you do not arrive emptied handed, nor on the dot.
Thirty minutes later is assumed.
Mingling, refreshments, shake hands with those you do not know, while saying Enchanté (Literal translation Enchanted), and give two cheek kisses to those you do know.
The apéro starts. More mingling while trying not to destroy your appetite for dinner.
Dinner is served about an hour or two later.
First course, main dish, salad and or cheese, and dessert trailing much later.
At last dancing, under the stars way into the early morning.
The cicadas were sleeping as we said our goodbyes, the moon was a magnificent guide to our sleepy drive home, the sixteen fountains in our village broke the silence pleasantly soothing as our heels clicked with uneven rhythm.
We left early … it was pass two in the morning.
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