Parapluies not parasols.Unsurprisingly, in the light of yesterday's deluge in Paris (seen here on Frogsmoke) and with the weather coming in threateningly from the east the night before, the brocante started off badly. It rained heavily enough for stallholders to have to cover their goods, which is hopeless for making sales.
This garlic crop clearly didn't fail.The extra pressure of brocanteurs and holiday makers on the traffic caused the biggest bouchon I have ever seen in Preuilly. The whole of la Grande Rue and rue du Chaumont-Patin was gridlocked. It seemed to just be a result of the quantity of vehicles trying to get through a section of the village which is effectively only one lane wide. Tout le monde was sitting going nowhere, including a transporter with a broken down ute from the Parc Régional de la Brenne and a rather natty vintage bike and sidecar. There was lots of sighing and drumming of fingers but no hooting or shouting. Eventually, I don't know how or why, a few cars moved off, then a few more, and in minutes it was all over.
Going nowhere in Preuilly.And by lunchtime the sky was clearing, so I hoped the afternoon would go more pleasantly for the brocante vendors, but it was not to be. It rained lightly most of the afternoon. Personally, I was very happy to get a bit more rain.