We had a great time yesterday, which was our ville's designated day for giving kiddies sweeties. We love the idea that there is a special day when children can take sugary gifts from what, to all intents and purposes, are strangers. We live a little on the outskirts of our ville: not too far to be ignored but not close enough to be sure of inclusion, so we put together a master plan which was this: We would wait a while (an hour seemed appropriate - we are still familiarising ourselves with the French system of time - for example, 16h00 usually means not before 16h30 but possibly by 17h00), to see if anyone braved the journey to our house (they didn't), then fill the car with goodies (with the dog in the back for our own protection) and tour the ville, looking for kids.
This turned out to be a brilliant plan. We found a fair number of little ghouls, princesses and witches and forced our delicious (may contain nuts, wheat, soya) home-made produce on them. And the best bit was, they were grateful and said thank you.
Now, If I do that next week, I'll probably get arrested.
Louise
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