July 14th. Bastille Day. The ancient combatants stage their march through the centre of town. No one has told the Saturday market stallholders about the march. There is a brief discussion of the ' you move . No, you move ' variety. Then the procession - three old soldiers carrying flags , the members of the retired gendarmes association , the ladies of the beautiful byeways committee, Madame Bay, her hairdresser daughter Sandrine and a gaggle of grandchildren and their friends - sets off and slowly navigates past the clothes stalls, the bakers tressle table and the little caravan that sells cheese. Barring an incident with pile of baguettes , all goes smoothly. Madame Bay , memorably resplendent in a red, white and blue outfit, is delighted with the crowds that have turned out to watch .