“It’s official, the people of Dunkirk are loons. Here at the very tip of France’s hexagon, within spitting distance of the Kent coast and touching the Belgian border, I’m immersing myself with the locals in the biggest, loudest, craziest carnival you’ve ever clapped eyes on. With girls in outlandish pirate guise – and rosy-cheeked fellas looking pretty darn comfortable in wig ‘n’ tights – the Flemish folks aren’t just out, they’re out out.”

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