Hector's Vacation

Just beside the marina is this fabulously ornate carrousel, it is a traditionalists dream. All the figures are carved from wood, they rise up and down very slowly and some of the horses heads nod as the go merrily round. This carrousel has a second tier with smaller horses where it seemed the girls preferred to ride, perhaps so they could look down on their parents while their brothers sat in the spinning tea-cup. There are no racing cars with flashing lights, or airplanes seemingly taking off on this ride; no, in fact with the simplest white flashing lights and gentle country fete style music the carrousel was a very refreshing sight- so in keeping with a very tradional fishing village.
Hector was most excited at his opportunity to sit on a horse for the first time since getting here, especially after having to stay by my side while we watched the races. Petrand assured him that any of the French horses would love to make friends and treat him to a ride, so on this he picked out two. As you can see from his expression he really enjoyed himself, but was less than impressed by the carriage, even if it had the finest padded, leather seats.