Selling crêpes

The 15th August is a public holiday in France, and our village fête is held on that day.  It's becoming quite famous.  There is a street painting competition, and from lunchtime, music, beer and wine, with food from food trucks, and all culminating in the illumination of the village with some 7,000 candles after dark.  The whole thing is run by volunteers from the village, and it makes an important contribution to the coffers of the committee that runs it.

The grandest entrance was from Stephan who drove in his rock band friends on a trailer behind his tractor.

Our contribution to the affair was selling crêpes.  We started at 4pm, taking over from the previous vendors,  and didn't stop until 9.   Crêpes offer an excellent profit margin, and are easy to make.  They were made by local village ladies who were given the ingredeients, the eggs being supplied by a local producer in exchange for publicity.

My french wasn't up to the equivalent of "Roll up, roll up, get your crêpes 'ere, only one euro-fifty each and I'm cutting me own throat", so we sat quietly and the queue formed anyway.  Anita spread the jam/chocolate sauce/sugar and I took the money.  In total, the crêpes contributed a bit over €800 to the revenues from the event.  Nay bad.