Saint Sulpice and surroundings
Saint Sulpice castle, on the border of 2 departments (Jura and Saone-et-Loire),
east of France, hides its majestic architecture in the middle of an eclectic forest
constituted of local and exotic tree species. Nevertheless St Sulpice seemingly noble features,
live in perfect symbiosis with the rustic, tradition-anchored, typical Bressan countryside
Our guests met the famous Bresse chicken, running freely in vast fields, as well as some less local
curiosities proper to the exotic fauna of St-sulpice (parrot, doves, donkeys and cats!).
Besides these natural attractions, St Sulpice and its chapel let the knowledgeable visitor
satisfy its appetite for uncovered corners of history or curiosity for antics.
And the others, less interested in noble history, spent some times in the poolroom, playing billards !
Bressan folkloric dance
Thanks to Henriette and Claude initiative, we all enjoyed a wonderful surprise :
folkloric Dance of the Bresse region performed by "Les Hospitaliers de Bourg-en-Bresse".
Professional dancers and musicians dressed up in traditional costumes, performed a variety of dances
such as Polka and so on. The public has not been left to its natural passive state of observation
and each second dance we were invited (/forced?) to demonstrate some skills on stage by trying out
some dance forms with our guides!
Though Philharmonic Funk Orchestra had to keep hands away from their drums and basses for some minutes more,
as a certain german click (Anja, Joachim, Andree, Zilke, Marcus and Constanze?) decided otherwise
and drove the whole gang outside. Each guest was given one red heart balloon and 99 luftballons with
sparkling tails lifted up in the night sky ! One of these balloon never really made it to heaven, trapped under the chapiteau roof, and accompanied us up to the end!
Then the Party went on with an excellent jazz-funk partition from the live band, led by Nacim Brahimi
(recommanded by Christophe Violland, Sylvie's brother).
The sound waves spreaded their magic over our unleashed, sweating bodies and dozens of feet tapped on the dance floor
for long hours late in the night !
France reknown cuisine scored high on the scale of interests of this long week-end.
We indeed enjoyed cheeses and wine, overly well-garnished buffet and chewed on divine delicatessen
for long hours, under the chapiteau.
The enigma game occupied the guests a couple of hours this Saturday afternoon, as well as The A&B Namibia travel
exhibition in the chapel (designed and implemented by Bjoern).
But the most magical moment of the week-end took place with the Talking Stick Ceremony where recurring tears and
laughs gave the tone.
Where's my Bjoern?
Another brillant and creative idea initiated by Mr Claude Durand and Mme Henriette Ponthus,
hosts of the palace : the hilarious sad dog eyes of A as a kid picture,
interpreted as a Where's my B? kind of face !
That face gave some - if not all! - of our guests the occasion to reveal their comedian talent
in an attempt, ending as a contest, to best reproduce the sad face of the frustrated young Agnes...
The Saturday dinner allowed everyone to gather again around the tables filled with tasteful features :
a less emotional activity as a smooth intro to the fever of the night ahead.
Sunday morning... Actually a sunny day , one of the last before the cold and rainy automn ahead.
Goodbyes, tired faces, relaxed A and B ... and a nice last brunch buffet !