Predictable

As I was going to choir practice, and knowing I wouldn't get many photo opportunities today, I stopped in the usual place to take the usual photo of Carcassonne. I was a bit disappointed with the sky, as I'd driven through some atmospheric mist earlier. None to be found here. A disappointing lack of turning vine leaves too.

Choir was hard work. I'd expected to miss this weekend's rehearsal as we should have been in Cuba, but it's just as well I went, as I have done zero studying of the music since the last rehearsal a month ago. We were glad to be released at seven, after a concentrated afternoon's work.

Part of the choir had participated in a festival of Lithuanian music in Toulouse last weekend, culminating in a concert featuring several choirs totalling 700 singers. I hadn't signed up for this either, for the same reason, though I'd have enjoyed it. But here's a video of our own Florence conducting them in Del Tos Dainos by Laimučio Vilkončiaus.

When I got home I found S had had a more exciting day than I did. "I got tear-gassed!" he said proudly. Actually this was an exaggeration. He'd gone on an angry farmers' demonstration in Carcassonne, and the masked troublemaker contingent repeatedly pulled bins into the road and set fire to them, eventually attracting a volley of gas from the CRS which soon got the march moving again. Earlier he'd been to see shepherdess Magali with a visiting podcaster who interviewed both of them. S was interested to get M's views on the solar panel project and also talked to someone on the demo about it.

So a busy day ... more choir tomorrow.