On Saturday, we played a wedding for a Dutch couple up in the north of the Dordogne. I have very little Dutch, and some of it obscure—Hagelslag, for example, always raises a smile (although I’ve only just seen it written down for the first time and was expecting more As.
As we were eating, we were slightly alarmed to see people arriving in Black Tie. Yes. That was the most James Bond dancing party we’ve ever played. Everyone was impeccably behaved, too.