Quite the weekend of festivities in Le Petit Village.Â
Every villager came out for the festival.
Like this guy…
He’s all sleepy and cuddled up. I’m digging his necklace.
The festival was put on to display local artisan works.Â
My favorite lavender honey farmers had a stand setup in front of Grandma Honey’s house.
 (she was out patrolling the streets and keeping everyone in check)
 
Since Mr and Mrs Honey were away for the weekend, they left Honey Jr in charge of the honey stand…
{abandoned}
Notice that Honey Jr was nowhere to be found.
He was in the bar flirting with tourists of the female persuasion.Â
The busy bar ran out of regular beer glasses…
{best Coke I ever had}
I left Honey Jr and his wingman, aka The Husband, and took a stroll to check out stands that hadn’t been abandoned…
 
And since I was getting my inner tourist on I decided to visit a house and look in the windows…
This is my friend M’s house.Â
Notice the closed shutters. M only lives here part time. M and her boyfriend are croupiers in St Tropez (how cool is that?). I miss M. She’s my gossip buddy.Â
Mourning my missing friend and girly gossip, I returned to Honey Jr and The Husband to salt Honey Jr’s game.Â
No ladies for Honey Jr on Saturday.Â
You’re welcome Honey Jr.Â
There was a great party in the village that night, a band, some Cotton Eyed Joe (in Le Petit Village, seriously, Cotton Eyed Joe, I almost pissed myself when I heard it), €2 beers and €1 glasses of wine.Â
At some point my camera got away from me so no pictures… except these two from Honey Jr’s phone…
 
{Great night}
On fuzzy Sunday, Honey Jr abandoned by his parents (poor 25 year old baby) came over for lunch…
 
And after all that cooking, and festivities, and since Honey Jr had worked so hard at the festival (he only sold three jars of honey, somebody is going to be in trouble) some serious R&R was required…
Honey Jr enjoying his much deserved break.
And here’s Brother-in-Law and his lady…
Notice The Husband in the background, cheating on this guy…
shhh…Â
don’t tell Fifty
bisou
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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