We didn't do too well at our local concours de belote on Saturday but we did get chatting to Fester, Madame la Mairesse's co-pilot, who told us that the modifications to our planning application are going through.
We faired better on Sunday when we were two games out of two up and only needed 15 points in the third game to qualify for the finals. We'd come from 600 points down and a crowd had gathered to watch la rosbife and her completely unfathomable random playing. Then we were 'capot'ed (when the winning team wins every trick) and it was game over.
We've been invited to go snowshoe-ing on Saturday night and then for dinner in a cabane de chasse (a log cabin used by hunters) up in the mountains - which could be interesting.
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