My Instead: I attended
the Jour de Fête at St. Genevieve, Missouri.
My friend Annette and I had planned to
go to the annual festival called Jour de Fête in the Historic District in St. Genevieve, Missouri during my weekend
visit to Farmington. The two cities are neighbors along Highway 32 so it seemed
like a pretty good idea to catch it while I was “in the neighborhood”. I had
been to St. Genevieve a few times, but I had never been there for this event.
We arrived later than originally
planned due to some major lollygagging with our friend Jan, who had decided not
to join us for the Jour de Fête venture. We found a parking spot not too far away and walked our way to
where the crowds were. Again, the weather was pretty pleasant for mid-August. The
vendors were plentiful, but not pushy. We walked along, stopping every now and
again to gawk at their miscellaneous merchandise. As expected, we did purchase
a few small items, mostly jewelry, to keep the vendors in business and to adorn
our bodies with the local treasures.
Our friend Teri texted me and asked to
join us. Luckily, we were able to enjoy the last hour of the festival with her.
The three of us had great conversations catching up with Teri’s life and, of
course, her catching up with ours. In case you didn’t know (because I haven’t
mentioned it up until now), Annette and I decided to start dating each other.
This is a big deal to each of us because we’ve both been single for a few
years. Unfortunately or fortunately, Teri’s relationship was appearing to be
coming to an end.
It was kind of ironic, with all the hubbub
around us, the three of us were almost oblivious to it. I guess women can be
pretty good at tuning things out and focusing in on what’s important to them.
Well, maybe men can be like that too…I’m sure there are a plethora of wives out
there that would agree. But when it comes to us gals getting together, it’s usually
amazing because our hearts allow and our heads engage. Maybe that’s how we’re
different from the guys. Well, that is one woman’s observation. No, I am not a
feminist.
Jour de Fête is French
for “feast day”. And that is exactly what we did…feasted!
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