After enquiries from Rob and Iain as to how to get to Nico's place, I spent some time making maps of how to get to La Poujade, without the risk of being directed through a field by Google Maps! We then went up to the Saturday Market and Rita went to the Mairie to deliver a letter asking for permission to play a couple of gigs at the Markets in late-September. She then went to Credit Agricole (yes, the bank is open on Saturday mornings) to collect a new chequebook for us. We then went around to the shop of Catherine and Jean-Paul Mayotte near the Abbey, but found that Catherine was not there due to a death in the family, and Jean-Paul was running the shop alone. We spoke with him for a while, but when several customers arrived, we bid him farewell.

We then returned to La Maison, where Rita started cooking several Fruit Crumbles for tonight's party for Miyu. While she was doing that, I listened to the final AFL home-and-away game of the season for the Hawks, when they played last year's premiers West Coast Eagles at their home ground in Perth. Hawthorn kicked the first 3 goals before West Coast woke up and kicked several goals to take a quarter-time lead. After that it was all Hawthorn, who drew away for a comfortable 105-67 victory. At the end of the game, they found themselves in the final 8 with a chance of playing in the finals, depending on results in several games tomorrow. No matter what happens, it's been a good end to the season with 3 wins, including a couple of wins over top-four sides.

In the late afternoon, it was time to head to La Poujade for Miyu's party. Despite the maps I made earlier in the day, and the copious number of handmade signs that the Murat family had made, I still managed to get lost (and found out later that Rob had got lost even worse than us!).

But we finally found our way to their house, to find the party in full swing (even though only half the eventual number of people had arrived by then). Nico's Rube Goldberg creation was working overtime, even if it did need a few technical adjustments by Nico and Jean-Baptiste (our electrician on the refurbishment of La Maison).

Later in the evening, the glow of the coals and the taste of the lamb were experiences to behold.

Nico had arranged for two bands (Flamenco and Punk) plus storyteller Bernard Barbier, who held the french-speakers spellbound as he told his stories.

The flamenco band (from nearby Lauzerte) were fabulous, with two great guitarists, and a very good singer. They performed non-stop for 2 hours and received a resounding ovation and calls for encores.

A little before midnight, the punk band took over and continued till about 2am (we were told). But before they finished, Rita and I had adjourned to our accommodation for the night in our little two-man tent. Slept like logs!