"Tres Moutard!"
(Must be said zestfully!)
The Wild Goose Chase Cloggers in Oloron Ste. Marie, France.
In June of '96,I got a phone call asking me if I wanted to play banjo for the Goose trip to France... and I had three days to decide. I'm too stupid to just say yes, fearing everything.
They said we'd travel everywhere in a bus, and I envisioned some gypsy encampment, with bodys sprawled all over a caravan like wagon, clothes hanging all over, parked in hot, dry fields. I'm not the most seasoned of travellers....
I decided I'd go. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
Someday, if my memory keeps, I'll write more about it, here....