The Morris Men of Little Egypt
A Bloodless Crusade
As matters turned out, in a tour of many highlights, Friday was possibly the highest and lightest.
|The day began at the picturesque village of Alet-les-Bains.|
It is a place with two previous claims to fame.
|Firstly, it is a renowned spa. The waters are supposedly good for all manner of digestive ailments, such as
obesity, diabetes, gastritis and colitis.
So - an obvious place for a Morris side to visit.
|Secondly, it is also the reputed birthplace of the seer and sayer, Nostradamus.|
It is unclear whether he foretold the arrival of obsessive Englishmen in his ancestral homeland, but if he did ...
|"When rivers run red and hills turn green, marauding strangers in white apparel will be seen"|
|Alet turned out to be rather a quiet place, but we attracted a reasonable crowd.|
A fair proportion of them were English settlers - feeling nostalgic, perhaps? - but they certianly seemed to enjoy it.
|The dancing was efficient and lively (despite - or because of - Thursday's excesses) and the setting provided a certain amphitheatric quality to the whole.|
|One result of our performance was to be invited to return earlier next year to participate in the local festival, known as|
"Tocques et Clochers" - Chefs Hats and Steeples.
We are intrigued.
|At the end of our dance, we were treated to some more Cremant de Limoux, and then some self-important poser delivered a minor peroration on the history of the region,
and the significance of the Cathars to the area.|
Then, it was back to the coach for our appointment with lunch, a duck or several, and some interesting wines.