Today has been a day of disappointments and hard drinking. This morning we started on the sauce at 11am for the continued Bastille Day celebrations, quaffing blanc de blanc behind a rather impressive marching band. This was followed by a picnic. Now, Hermine had told us about the picnic, where all the villagers get together and share food, but she had said she would provide the food for us. This morning, she asked “Have you brought anything for the picnic?” Ah. Non. “Well I have made this quiche. But of course, this is not for you.” Ah. Bother. “There will be some left over food from the big village dinner last night. But of course, this is not for you. Do you not have anything?” Ah. Hhmm. Maybe. Poor Julie reluctantly handed over her secret stash of cheddar. Luckily, the mountains of booze WERE available for us, so we tucked in unashamedly.
So it was rather inebriated that we did circles of the chateau this afternoon, testing out our new go pros. These were attached to various parts of our body and we were walking very gingerly to try to get a smooth shot (which looked to the unsuspecting onlooker rather like we had shat ourselves). Understandably the results were a bit lack lustre but they have helped us formulate a plan for shooting tomorrow:
Suction cup a go pro onto the roof of the Ford Focus and drive to Paris around the Boulevard Peripherique until we go crazy. Stop near Clignancourt and film in a metro station we have heard some terrible things about. This will be with go pros strapped to our chest and head. Certainly one way to draw attention to yourself in Paris!
