After another round of the dance insanity involving a tv, game box, sensor, little light-up batons, two competitors, and all the greatest dance hits (including Party Rock Anthem ), some voted to change the game to gladiator combat. To entertain all of us as we waited for Clifford to overcome the technical difficulties, another guy asked for volunteers and began teaching the eight of us how to dance "le menuet." It wasn't at all the minuet I was expecting. By the end of the lesson, 8 more people had joined and the 17 of us had tumbled out of our circle and onto the ground. Although the steps were extremely simple, I cannot explain it to you except with the words hilarity, pointed toes and pointlessness.

This occurred at le week-end de jeunes adultes, organized by my church for the young adults. There were  over 30 of us who spent a weekend in a town 40 minutes north of paris at a large house just below the chateau.