Jour 1 : Avallon
It was pretty cold this morning in Dijon and in Avallon. Pretty grey. It even rained a little when I was in the bus (taken after two different trains… #country).
9pm, it’s dark, we’re in our sleeping bags, good night !
Jour 8 – Anost > Autun
For this last holiday day, I wanted to sleep late. Especially after going to bed at 3am. But grasse matinée are way to mainstream. Heat and baker truck woke me at 8am.
We had breakfast, folded the tent, packed our stuff, then had lunch at the festival.
Then we met the Bréchot Family (my brother’s step family). We made the dance some scottish and a bourrée behind the open stage. After that we visited the instrument makers’s stands and people who were learning how to dance Morvan’s bourrées.
The right hand makes the wheel turn, and that makes the strings vibrate. The left hand press the keyboard.
I left Anost by car with Frederic with whom I danced the previous evening. I checked in at the hotel, then I visited the city and had diner in a nice restaurant.