A nice day for a snail festival

Sunday's weather was picture perfect. Sunny, pleasant, dry. After I dropped Ken off at the train station I stopped in town to pick up some bread and to walk through the festival grounds. The flea market had been going on since earlier in the morning. I got there around eleven-thirty.

The lazy Cher River glides past the center of town on a perfect summer day.

There were a lot of people, many of them still arriving, making the street and the parking lot a bit of a zoo. I lucked out and got a space just as someone was leaving. The flea market was moderately interesting, but I didn't see anything that shouted "buy me." I did a real quick walk-through. People were beginning to line up at the food booths for lunch, and I could hear somebody reading announcements through the loudspeakers.

One section of the flea market next to the river.

I walked down by the river. The festival is held behind our town's château in a large field used for sports. It's not much of a château; it's more like a large stone barn. The town uses it for events and there are rooms inside that they rent to larger groups. Between the château and the river is a campground that's pretty much full this time of year.

Another view of the river, looking downstream.

I walked along the river, through the campground, and up through the main intersection to the bakery for my bread. Then I did another quick run through some more of the flea market on the way back to my car to come home.