You just never know what you will see at the flea markets here. Because many of the ones we go to are annual and not permanent, lots of times they are like a fair with entertainment and amausement park type rides.
Yesterday as we strolled through a flea market close by, they were playing music over the speakers in the street (many towns in France play music on the main street as a matter of course). It was just pop music at first, but then it changed to a familiar bouncy beat: steel drums! Lucas and I turned to each other and said "Steel pan!" and I asked Kieran to listen since that was music from "where Mummy comes from" (well roughly anyway).
Imagine our suprise when several metres down the street we came upon this!
They were in fact changing positions throughout the market so we bounched them up a bit later as they were setting up again, and Lucas started chatting with them. Turns out that they were brought in from Montpellier in the south just for this weekend. But even better was this
Big up Trini massive!!! Representing in the French Alps! The guy we were talking to said that he had come back from training in Trinidad, and he even knew where Grenada was when I told him that's where I am from. That does NOT happen often.
If anyone had told me that one day I would be dancing to steel pan in the French Alps I would have said they were stark raving mad!
Of course now I am homesick too bad!