This was the cool thing about the fair...men in skirts, I mean kilts. The sound of the bagpipes, the smell of the grill, sent me back to our visit to the chestnut festival at Olargue in the south of France. Okay, not exactly the south of Fance here, but that was the last place that I'd heard bagpipes in person.
I like bagpipe music, I like seeing men in kilts, and the little dance troop was delightful. People were sitting at tables under umbrellas, eating, watching, listening, and for a moment...it was a little village.
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