Another fête: we've decided to take the tourist train for a sunset concert on the beach close to St Trojan. On arrival, we got a lecture about the dunes, etc (not that people were paying much attention, being more interested in the sunset). The concerning fact was that the train's terminal was 800 m further 30 years ago, but that land had since been lost to the ocean.
The artists busy setting up on the open train wagon
And the audience, around the take-away restaurant. After the heat wave 20°C was very cold, and even worse with the cold wind blowing. We ended up wrapping ourselves in our picnic blanket (we've planned to picnic during the concert, but on arrival at the ticket office at 6.30, the time the tourist office gave us, we've learned that the train only departs at 8.15 - so we left to plage Gatseau to picnic there before departing)
I felt sorry for the artists. The wind was getting colder and stronger (the artists had to ask the parents to keep their little monsters under control as they were kicking up sand that blew into the mouths of the artists) and most people left to sit on the train while the artists were still singing their last song. But then, there are many artists during the holiday, some better than others. Le Château's being the worst we've heard, St Trojan's the best and the others in between. Even though these artists weren't too bad, they were not as good as the jazz artists we've been listening to the previous evening at Le-Grand-Village.
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