The village.

It is no great observation to say that there exists a different rythym to village life.
But beyond a day-to-day that moves slower, according to the requirements of seasons, gardens, tides, animals... there is an atmosphere and an attitude that is all of their own.

Like the local colour provided by the simple lad who is often found singing and dancing in the middle of the street, for hours on end. Confused tourists and camper-vanners may shake their heads sit frustrated in convoys, but the locals just shrug and say that its just his life, and recount stories from his vivid past.

Like the village soap opera of Dominiques family.
...The fisherman husband who after 34 years of marriage, decided his retirement would be more enjoyable if his wife looked after the house, farm, bed and breakfast, kids and cooking, and his mistress provided the consoling entertainment... and who had to be kicked out 5 times, because he could not see why the rest of the family didnt find his arrangement as agreeable as he did.
... Or the estranged son who is now forced to live in another town, because he elected to remain with the woman who, for 6 years pretended to have breast cancer to cover for the fact that she was living with another man.

... Or like today.
In a village built around a harbour and a long tradition of fishing, In family where the father and 3 sons are fishermen, the dramatic death of 2 fishermen is an occasion of communal sadness and support. For Every day since a boat too old to be on the water, was sunk in fair weather as its modern nets and cables caught on the bottom and tore the boat in half, the bells in the village have rung. And now the whole family goes to join the communal village family at the funeral.
All together, in the large and the small of life.