In the village of Rox, Brittany, a fest was under way after a long day of working the fields, the kitchens and the boats. The plaza was so full you would think the ground could give way any second under the weight of so many jolly partygoers. There were bowls of cider a-plenty and festive accordeon music being played for everyone to enjoy. The dirt dancefloor was filled with youth and elderly alike, cutting a rag like their life depended on it.