We went to a car boot sale today in a little village a few kilometres from home and parked in a quiet spot on the outskirts for self-defence purposes, as is our wont.
When we got to the square in the village centre there was chaos, with marshals wearing high-viz jackets directing the traffic and crowds of people with cameras by the church. At first we thought it was a wedding but then we saw the priest, a huge north African type, as priests in rural France often are these days, in full regalia standing by the line of passing cars, sprinking each one with 'holy' water and giving it a blessing!
I suggested going back for ours and joining the queue, but I was ridiculed. Well, I know it's a Honda but you can't be too careful...
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