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Faux pas (or Cock-up?)
Now please don’t get me wrong. I love my Froggie chums to bits. The kindest, gentlest, most sociable and cultured people on the planet. No doubt about it. Well there isn’t any doubt until peut etre un peu creeps in and one considers the gentle art of French faux pas.
Froggies do. Make faux pas that is. It is after all their expression so it should hardly come as any surprise. The nearest linguistic parallel in English is of course 'cock up' (and more on that later, as you are about to see) but the French faux pas is so much more, well, cultured I always think.
Such it was in the last village we lived in and had done so exceedingly happily for almost a decade. I won't mention its name out of fear of embarrassing the gentle inhabitants of Le Ferré, in Brittany. (There are those that would accuse me of sometimes embellishing or exaggerating. Somewhat cruelly I think. In this case they can verify the story for themselves. It is as true as the day is long!)
The depths of winter and every village and town was as usual engrossed in outdoing their neighbouring communities' Christmas lights. Our village
was no exception but the lights and decorations that had adorned the single main street, along with the most notable public buildings for the past
four or five years or so were beginning to look a little tired. The services of a specialist contractor were thus summoned and the picture below is the result.
Click on the image below to see what I mean.
Christmas lights sponsored by Durex?
I've finished laughing now.
For the day anyway.