As I looked around at the mostly elderly villagers sitting on benches in the Halle, the warm, dark evening with splashes of luminosity from the hanging street lamps, the music being played I thought " this is France" this is why I love it.
The four musicians from the Poitou region had a hand held hurdy gurdy and the songs were sung in a dialect / patois not dissimilar to Occitan called Poitevin.
They did play two mazurka dances which when I went to Occitan dancing found impossible to do, as you dance around with your partner raising your knee on about every fourth step. I always embarrassed partners by raising the wrong knee each time giving a clash of knee caps.
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