Easter in the village

This week, parades, bells, bands, chocolate, little visitors, and a recipe for those first beautiful little purple artichokes of spring.

A sunny Easter morning, still in bed.

I live in a village where no occasion can pass without a parade, a band, several bands, dancing, puppets, possibly giant puppets, acrobats, possibly acrobats juggling with fire. There is almost certainly a by-law that requires the commune’s trestle tables and benches to be dragged out onto the theatre car park opposi…