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It was only during the final couple of minutes that we could
see our way through the col, a small slot of clear air between the mountain
and the cloud.
The remainder of the trip home was fairly academic -
having got through the col we were in gliding range of Sisteron.
"But what about the evening's entertainment?", I
hear you ask. Well, for the first time ever we actually found ourselves at
Valernes at the same time as the village was holding its annual paella party. Two
large marquees had been erected in the square, a free bar had been set up
and three huge pans were bubbling away by the fountain. Our 15€ entry fee
included all apertifs, several helpings of paella with wine, a cheese
course, a dessert and coffee. They do things well, here in the sticks.
To entertain us, a band (one female, four men) had set up
their stage on a flat-bed trailer next to the bar. Despite the regrettable
Johnny 'Alliday fixation of the male members, their
performance was nevertheless excellent.
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Paella Party

"Je m'appelle Johnny."
"Moi aussi!"
"Incroyable!!"
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