Some weeks ago, our village choir performed in the church in La Bastide sur l'Hers. As a "thankyou," the curé gave us a case of champagne (the real thing). Peter suggested our house might be a good place to drink it--and hold a rehearsal.
So, on Wednesday, we rolled up the carpet, and pushed the big dining table back towards the wall. Our good friend John delivered 18 blue plastic chairs, borrowed from the Salle de Tilleuls where the choir usually practices.
I made a few dips, and everyone brought something to eat--and drink. It was quite the feast. Blinis with smoked salmon, chips, snacks, peanuts, three big bowls of nachos, and an enormous croustade from Valérie.
Coats went on the chaise longue as everyone arrived. Corks popped and champagne flowed into the 36 plastic flutes we'd been lent by the troisième âge society, the local equivalent of a seniors' group. Time for rehearsal with the repertoire now expanding to include more Christmas carols. We have two gigs booked in December, one in another church, the other at the village night market.
Sopranos, altos and tenors sat in tidy rows. Basses stood near the kitchen--and the champagne bottles. More eating and drinking and then another rehearsal of Ding Dong Merrily on High which nearly blew the roof off.