Sedan - again

We haven't had much luck at Sedan in the past - or the present in fact. This time some unfortunate boater had sideswiped the pontoons at the moorings and now they are unusable. There is a convenient enough wall on the opposite side of the river but the adjoining large carpark was full of caravans large and small and very large trucks. No problem - we secured ourselves to a convenient boulder, hammered in a couple of pins and got down to the business of  lunch. Then we took a closer look. This seemed to be a serious encampment. Floodlights, generators, awnings - a frites (chips) van. And, hoses snaking their way from the caravans over the wall and down to the river - only not quite... We decided to move. Out of the frying pan, so to speak.
So, we didn't get to see if the citadel roof had been repaired since our last visit but I expect it has.

We moved on to a pontoon a few km outside the city. Looked lovely. Quiet farmland, dusty track leading to a village about a km away and a picnic table alongside. No sooner had we tied up than 2 elderly men appeared from nowhere. What were we doing there? Did we have a problem? No, we explained we just wanted to stay the night as it seemed a lovely quiet spot. They had a bit more of a chat to each other and then asked us again. Surely we must have some engine problem. Why else would we choose to stop here? No, we smiled. They shrugged, chatted a bit more and next time we looked they'd disappeared again. We had a sneaking suspicion they knew something that we didn't. They did.
There was a short period of peace and quiet before the first car arrived. 2 young men got out, leaving the door open and the music on and sat at the picnic table a bottle of rose between them. Thereafter, a procession of cars, all containing young men, came and went throughout the afternoon. Then, in the evening, several cars pulled up and didn't leave. It was a long, loud night of  music, laughing and shouting interspersed by occasional crashes as limbs were torn from trees to be thrown on a disturbingly large bonfire- but we were left alone.
Next morning we woke to the aftermath. The partygoers had all left - at what time who knows? Our once again quiet picnic spot was littered with dozens and dozens of bottles and the remains of the bonfire still smouldered and possibly will continue to do so for days - until next weekend perhaps.