My son and I are leaving our small town in southeastern United States to live for a year in a small town in southeastern France. It couldn't possibly be THAT different, right?

Saturday, June 30, 2012

La fête de la gazelle

    Oh my goodness!  This last week in France is packed.  I am enjoying all of the socializing, but if it could have been spread out a little, that would have been nice too.
    I had to work Friday morning proctoring the brevet, the national exam that middle school kids must pass in order to go to high school.  On Thursday, they took the French and math sections of the exam, and on Friday, they took the history section.  It was all very interesting, and the kids' behavior was impeccable.  They didn't make a sound in the exam room.
    I came home after the exam and cleaned the apartment a little before leaving for Anne's house.  We sat by her pool for a while and then went to a party called the Fête de la Gazelle at her friend's house in Marsanne.
    There must have been 100 people there.  The field next to the house was full of cars.  It looked like a  music festival rather than a party in someone's backyard.  There was a steel drum band playing when we arrived.  An acapella choir sang afterwards.  A young woman from Burkina Fasso accompanied by four men playing drums of different types sang next, and then a jazz group performed.  We danced all night!  

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