The festival of Bread, Love and Chocolate starts today, having been heralded yesterday by a group of lanceurs de drapeaux dressed in red and yellow medieval outfits parading through the streets to drums and horns, tossing their flags very skilfully. Well, they didn’t drop any while I was watching.
This is a celebration of baking and chocolate, held in the square outside the Musee Peynet with all his drawings of “Love is …”. It’s always held round St Valentine’s Day, which this year is the day after Ash Wednesday and therefore in Lent. So all the stalls offering Italian delicacies may be tempting people to break their Lenten resolutions. I shall steer well clear of any meat products.
As for the weather, we are surrounded by snow-covered hills and it is cold out of the sun. But I shall not complain.
Sounds Great!
Happy Valentine’s Day, Sheona. The NSW got a big glass of Buck’s Fizz in bed this morning followed by a full English breakfast on the terrace.
OZ
Should this not be in the bah humbuggery classification?
On a related subject, I noted with some degree of grim amusement that Pistorius managed to enter into the spirit of Valentine’s Day by murdering his girlfriend, a la Chicago style. Surprised it doesn’t happen more often!
Not sure about the “bah humbug” classification, Christina. Have you forgotten the days of your youth when the arrival of the post on 14th February was eagerly awaited? Don’t tell me you never got any Valentine’s cards, because I won’t believe you.
I didn’t mention Pistorius because all the reports were a bit vague. I expect Soutie will update us.
I generally got flowers, I’ve always loved flowers (except lurid red roses!)
What seriously put me off the whole shebang was having the restaurants. All that hoohaa of loving couples, mostly regular customers, who were back to sparring as usual in about 24 hrs flat!
Then the florist shop, good business but at what cost to the stomach lining!!
The final finisher off was the boy. It got caught up in the no celebration rule, anyway I just hate and detest all those red roses but you can hardly ask for white or cream when they mean mourning to most people.
As for the bread and chocolate, never have been my poisons strangely.
So all in all I’m rather glad to be far too old to mess with it, spousal unit had to be requested to stop several years ago. We are going to the opera tomorrow night instead as our mutual treat sans flummery.
Seen yesterday in my local coffee shop …
Super 15 / Superrugby starts today 🙂
A can’t really add anything to the Oscar / Reeva tragedy I see that it’s been well covered by CNN, BBC, SKY and if course is headline news in the overseas press.
My local daily has devoted the entire front page to the tragedy (plus a couple of pages inside) but added nothing to what we already knew except of course that Reeva was from these parts and attended the same school as my daughter.
Husband’s Valentine treat is some proper Sardinian pecorino from one of the stalls. It’s quite hard to find – most of the stuff is pecorino romano. Not quite as romantic as flowers of course!
Pecorino Sardo? I had to Google that one. 😦
OZ