Yes, they were blood oranges but they did draw blood. It got rough over here. I was one of several casualties but made a quick recovery. The whole event is fascinating. These men march in these giant, beautiful clown-like costumes with their bellies and backs filled with straw for three days. They wear big wooden shoes and bells around their waists and start drinking at 6am. They march with a band until well after 11pm. Our village has oh, two or three streets so you can see where the novelty might wear off for us residents after a while. The first day was fascinating regardless of the orange slaughter and it ended with a bonfire at the church across the street. The men marched around the fire while this big red light reflected their shadows onto the church wall. They appeared to be about twenty feet tall and shadowy...very creepy cool. There was an amazing fireworks display afterward...most impressive for such a teeny tiny town! I apologize for the dull writing here but hopefully the pictures (courtesy of Julie K as my camera has suffered some malfunction) will make up for that!
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| Taken just after someone shouted "les Americains!". It's hard to be incognito is a town of 400. |
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| Not sure about the women's pirate costumes. Last year it was a genie look. The men have been wearing their costumes for several hundred years. |
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| I think someone is sick of marching. This is day two. |
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| The costumes are rented, and are shared with every other village in our area. This is part of the reason Carnival is at an odd time. It's a Mardi Gras celebration, but there just aren't enough of these cool outfits to go around, so they each pick a weekend and go from there. |
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| This guy rocked the tuba. Check out the drummers! |
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| Can you spot the oranges flying into the farm? |
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| They start young! Love this little guy. |
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