Last Friday’s market in Guingamp was rather uneventful for most of it. For once, it wasn’t raining. At around 11am, two gentlemen arrived on the market. they looked smart, and Emmanuel Hartiel thought he’d seen the oldest one of them before. It was a well-known local politician. he was waiting for the local candidate for today’s election. As he was waiting, he saw us and came for a chat. A typical politician, he was polite, and asked a few questions. At least, he left with information on the church and a tract that one of us handed over to him.