Swimbo and I battled our way theough the gendarmed road blocks to claim our usual table for lunch at The Climat in Labastide Murat some years ago, ignoring the waved 9mm pistols!
Managed to grab a baguette and a bottle of something grapey and asked one of the lycra clad crowd what the ef was going on! He expalained and told us it would all kick off after the caravan had gone through!
Brian (who was still sitting there 2 hours after everyone else had gone and hadn't seen a single caravan trundle past all day

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