Who doesn't love a parade?

On Easter Saturday last year, we drove into the town of Sommieres to shop its weekly flea market. Hearing distant music, we followed the sound to a brass band playing on the quai. And in France, where there's music, people dance.




Suddenly we heard music and drums coming from a different direction and found ourselves in the middle of a parade.








Even an elaborate float from the Maison de Retraite, the town's retirement home.


Only this lonely and stressed dog failed to catch the spirit of the fete.


In a couple of weeks we'll be back in Sommieres for the Saturday market. We won't be surprised if there is a parade or a band playing on the quai. But my real hope is to see my dog again.