Today France was celebrating Bastille day. All over the country villages, towns and cities will be holding festivities which around these parts usually consits of a meal, dancing and fireworks, Najac also has a yearly brocante that takes over the village throughout the day. An opportunity for locals to empty out their cellars, lofts and barns and sell what they can find, most of which is what we see as rubbish but as they say what one mans rubbish is one mans gold (or something like that).
We took the opportunity of a days holiday to have a relax. Its been pretty busy here lately so with only the essential animal husbandry being done we headed off to the village early before it got really busy and hot for a coffee and to ogle at the tat that was on offer this year. Now we don't usually go just for the three reasons mentioned - tat on offer at stupid prices, too many people and to hot to be wandering around amiss too many people, but feeling a bit farm bound we needed to do something.
So if you were looking for a bell to hang around your sheep or cow, needed an old very french scooter, which as it happens farmer J is looking for a motorbike to take him to La Contie each morning and night but didn't seem that keen on this one for some reason. Or if you need a bowl surrounded by frogs Najac was your place as for the what could only be coat hook rack made out of deer or calves feet still furred (I couldn't work out what animal it was from) but new it was just weird - and what happened to the fourth foot??
We now are waiting for the fireworks that we can see going off over the chateau from our terrace. The only draw back is seeing the firework then hearing it a few seconds after as being over the valley it mucks up the acoustics a bit.
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