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The lazy choice. But we felt we had to go to the cemetery today, as we'd missed the last two days due to other activities. It always looks spick and span at this time of year, and even rarely visited graves have flowers (artificial in some cases, sadly).

Last night's exciting entertainment is backblipped. This afternoon we were out again, to the Centre Culturel to see the Frères Locomotive in the first public performance of their new show, Un Train de Retard. We arrived 15 minutes beforehand to find the car park more rammed than we've ever seen it, and a large crowd of people milling round the entrance waiting to be let in. At 5 pm on a Sunday? I hadn't expected it to be sold out, but there wasn't an empty seat in the house, to the extent that people were sitting on the stairs.

We hadn't paid that much attention to the blurb in the programme, and we associate this group with music rather than theatre, so a play with lots of words (and some music) in it was not what we were expecting. It was wacky, absurd, and creative though; the six brothers were shooting a western in a dilapidated barn somewhere in Hollywood, but the stars (Marilyn and John) hadn't turned up and they had no horses or guns. It was silly and funny in places, but would then turn on a sixpence to reflect on life, death, and the meaning of the universe. Very cleverly done, good staging and lighting. And the ending, a complete change of tempo and atmosphere, was enough to stun the audience into silence for a few minutes. Well worth the trip, in a completely different way to yesterday's show. As it's the first performance, I can't show you a video. Incidentally, all the participants in our mushroom extravaganza were there :)