The One About a French Tradition . . .

For those of you that read my blog regularly you'll know that I spent nearly 8 years of my childhood in France.  We were very lucky on where we lived because there was a good British community in our village, and several families with children of similar ages to us that lived very nearby.  We never really celebrated any of the French Traditions privately at home, but some of our friends did.  My sister and I were invited round one afternoon, on Bastille Day to celebrate with our friends.  Well it was all completely new to us, we were probably 7 and 9 years old ( me being the eldest), and we were wearing hats round the table like you would at Christmas.  Well our friends Mum brings out this special cake and says that there is a coin inside and whoever gets the coin gets to make a wish!  We were quite excited about this having never heard of it before!  Unfortunately because it was such a big cake , and there was only four of us none of us found the coin!

This memory was triggered a few weeks ago (and I can't remember why now), and at the time I couldn't remember what we were celebrating.  Then someone mentioned Bastille Day in passing - and thats when I put it all together and decided this was going to be by next Story for Sian's Storytelling Sunday this month!  Make sure you pop over to her blog to read some other great stories!