Yes, it’s that time of year again. August is time for les vacances, and it’s also the time of year when we Sulpiciens dust off our flea market table, oil up the rifle, tune up the tractor, grab a case of beer, and head down to la fête.
Frederik was visiting from Denmark and just had to have a go at the shooting arcade… The first bullet hit three balloons at once, and we were ready to haul off that giant teddy bear. Apparently, there was some kind of catch- only one point per ROUND. So we only got a Che Guevera lighter…
Off to have a drink then, check out the flea market, heckle the mini misses and mini misters, and then… the smell of diesel fuel and motor oil fills the air. It’s THE TRACTOR PARADE!
Some say, tractors resemble their owners. Or is it the other way around?
