“When shall we three meet again.
or in rain”.
A great place to meet on a Daglan Halloween was not the Heath but at the village 8 à Huit supermarket. It was a hub of life or should that be death with skeleton decorations placed around the till area, and a table set up near the entrance with drinks, cakes and candies.
The table is where I treated myself to a slice of chocolate cake, which was very yummy. There was also vanilla cake, chocolate marble cake and candies. Which were all much appreciated by the customers.
A yummy treat.
Getting into the spirit of things we see Virginie standing outside the supermarket.
We had a busy Halloween this year with nine groups of children and adults calling, all in costume and all looking amazing.
Look at these two trick or treaters, so cute.
There are many interesting folk legends in France, one that is less blood curdling is the Sarramauca.
A cauchemar (nightmare) was long thought to be caused by a creature that came at night and sat on the chest of the sleeping persons to stop them from breathing correctly. In the Occitan language, Sarramauca means ‘to tighten the chest/stomach” and refers to the feeling of breathlessness.
In our home the Sarramauca is our cat Angel who delights in sitting on my chest in order to wake me up in the morning for her breakfast.
Long ago many deaths were attributed to the Sarramauca and people would try remedies similar to those used to protect themselves against witchcraft. I wonder if they would work on Angel! Animal friendly ones of course.
No such remedies here, I love the eve of Halloween.
Where the place?
Upon the Heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin.
Paddock calls anon:
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
(From scene 1.1 Macbeth)
No tricks here please just chocolate treats.
Awesome costumes. Thanks to everyone for stopping by, you made our night.
Due to illness both here and in England there will be no blog next week.
So take care and we hope to blog again the week after.