Yesterday morning we went to the funeral of our mayor.
He died suddenly of a heart attack and the commune is still in shock. Several hundred of us stood outside the small church, chatting quietly, waiting patiently for the cortege. Gendarmes arrived in full dress uniform. A flag was unfurled.
So many weather-beaten faces were touched with grief, as the service was piped to those of us outside through wavering, crackly loud speakers.
People spoke of him with affection and remembered his warmth and kindness. He will be missed.