300

Last night I lay in bed and there was not a sound to be heard, one thing about living here in this area of France, is that it is so quiet. My thoughts took me back to England where living in a small town, I would hear traffic noises, police/ambulance sirens and late at night I would hear people vacating the pubs and clubs normally the worst for wear, and generally quite rowdy and although the noises were quite a way away, one could still hear them. Certainly here we hear none of those noises, even the main road is very quiet, not a noise to be heard, except the occasional owl or late night bird.

Here in this region of France there is no such thing as a rowdy youngster, no binge drinking, no gangs of youths. The teenagers are very well behaved there is no feeling of intimidation when passing a small group.

Last evening we watched a film, the new one “300”, which was based on the novel by Frank Miller, about the war between the Spartans and the Persians, didn’t recognise any of the cast, but I can say we both thoroughly enjoyed it, the animations were excellent, very blood thirsty but all in context of the film.

There are only certain films worth watching more than once, but this one we will certainly watch again, and feel the second showing might be better.

An enjoyable film.