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Muscovy Duck
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2011 - My second year of blogging in Brittany

I felt I would like to share some of the photographs I have taken so far this year and some from other years. I live in a beautiful part of Brittany and just love being here. It's a lovely place to photograph and enjoy being in through all the seasons and hopefully this blog will show you where I live my life.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Roscoff Onion and Garlic Festival

Today was a brilliant day out at Roscoff Onion and Garlic Festival.  It rained for the whole one and a half hour journey and then the sun came out as we parked in a great space inbetween the main onion sales area and the town.
Jane and I wandered around the main onion and garlic area and between us bought nearly 70kgs of onions and rose garlic.  There were lots of demonstrations of onion stringing, wicker basket making, clog carving, cookery etc. and lots of possible tastings of cheeses, seaweed products, onion confits. 

Two of the girls and a young lad from the stall we bought our onions from helped Jane get the produce back to the car while I stood idly by taking photographs!

Banners were all over the place and there must have been several thousand people in Roscoff for the event.

Here clogs are taking shape from a block of wood.

Artichokes got in on the act too and there were several stalls selling them and tarts with both artichokes and onions.

This was a good band in the town and there were lots of other little groups of people playing, a trio of strings and woodwind and of course, the obligatory Breton music group.

This was a sundial on the wall of a rather impressive church and some interior shots.

In the street there was an apple press from which the juice was being sold at €1 a glass, certainly not "rip off" prices.

The tide was out and four boys were investigating in the salt water pools and seaweed left behind.

Here I am supporting a large apple made from apples raffia tied to a chicken wire frame on one of the floats from the procession.

Before we came back home, we sat on a bench on the prom looking out to sea and people watching while drinking coffee from china cups with saucers.  The hundreds of people who passed us clearly thought we were a couple of very eccentric Brits and we had lots of comments and some slightly longer exchanges from thirsty passersby.
It was a really lovely day out and one which I hope will become a regular appointment in my diary.
Three things I like:
1.   Spending the day with a good friend.
2.   Being slim enough nowadays to walk all day without being tired.
3.   The thought of all those onions and rose garlic waiting to be used.