You might think of January as the month when we eat wisely, to make up for the excesses of the festive season. In France ‘le régime’ has to wait: first we have to eat the Galette des Rois.
En principe the galette (traditionally a puff pastry cake with frangipan inside, is eaten on the twelfth night after Christmas. But the rows of galette so in the boulangeries of Le Vigan bear witness to the fact that people go on tucking in till the end of the month.
Yesterday it was the turn of the our local Mairie, together in partnership with the old folks club, Lou Rossignol.
First we old folks were entertained by the children of the Ecole Primaire of Breau. They sang cheerfully and pretty tunelessly. I can tell I qualify as an old folk – I found them charming, ‘mignon’. I remember that when I was at primary school we used to do maypole dancing at an old peoples home.
Here is a short clip of the ‘musical’ entertainment . (You need to wait a minute or two for this file to load.)
Then all generations tucked into their galettes – in our case, washed down with cider, and some polished off the afternoon with a game of cards.