Saint John the Baptiste.

Dom and I went to The Fete de Jean le Baptiste last week. An impromptu picnic in the middle of a field in the middle of bloody nowhere, on the eve of the birth of John the Baptist. All quite lovely, and everyone knows everyone.

Two of the locals nearly had a punch up, but that was down to Gil who has spent far too long in Canada. But no one actually hit anyone.  The women stepped in.

Shades of past lives. Gil grew up here before his parents moved to Paris and then Gil to Canada, so I think he feels a bit out of the loop since most of us Anglais have live here longer than him. And his mother owns the house he now lives in.

Alain, who has never been even remotely unpleasant to anyone, and has lived here for all of his life, was the one who took the flack. But you need to know a bit about the history of these families and the fact that Alain’s grandfather owned all of the land around here once upon a time.  Perhaps a bit of snark.

I live in the house of Alain’s grandfather.  The house that began the Hamlet.  My privilege.  My house hasn’t changed much since then. It is still a hovel. But I like it.  Although I did get around to tiling the dirt floor, albeit not much else.

These people are so nice to me, although I doubt that they know who I am.  I suspect sometimes that they wish they hadn’t sold this house.  It is far better than their New Builds, on land that he gave them.  But I now own their heritage.  I live in peace in a house that they thought wasn’t worth having.  I am just sad for them.  They did have happy times in my house because they told me so.

Actually, they probably think that I am crackers.  For twenty five years I have lived here in the house of their grandfather.  The pleasure has always been mine.

5 Responses to “Saint John the Baptiste.”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    Oh – lovely post!

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    It still keeps on coming, Liz. These weird people keep on giving me good reason for being thankful.
    What more can one ask?
    I have never been made to feel more welcome anywhere else.

    Sadly, I am a lost soul, but this place comes half way to telling me who I am.
    I love their house. But it will always be their house and their land. I am only the keeper.

  3. Elizabeth Says:

    That is an attitude more people should have – gratitude!

  4. elcacraig1964 Says:

    Thoroughly enjoyed it Eleanor. Wonderful!

  5. elenamitchell Says:

    Thank you, Elca. This is what I most hope for.

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