Wednesday 27th SeptemberThe next day we spend mostly on the beach. In the late afternoon, Humps and I set off for The Village. It is Angelina and Beatrice’s sixtieth birthday party that evening. Apart from weddings, parties are open to everyone in the village – hardly anyone receives an invitation, nearly everybody goes. Word of mouth says there is a party in that particular house on such-and-such an evening. The parties consist of music and dancing, cakes and alcoholic drinks. The success of the party is measured in l****s of drink. And if the dancing space in the house isn’t enough, dancing is extended to the street below where music blares through open windows. The street is blocked off by cars parked horizontally across the access roads. Nobody complains. Nobody asks the town hall for
