We’re in the midst of it now: the fête. Last night we did our best to tune it out, as we were still a bit shell-shocked from Friday night’s music, dancing, and cheap rosé wine. So we hunkered down in the den and watched all of “Local Hero” on DVD and then the last part of “Ron Burgundy” and then the last part of “The Bourne Identity” on English television. (Excellent reception, by the way; thanks for asking.) The movies and a sufficient quantity of white wine helped distract us from the techno concert booming away until 2 or 3 in the morning (or whenever it was). But today — Sunday — is the big day for the fête. Late this afternoon, in heat that was reliably measured as 35 degrees celsius in the shade, we had the parade.
Sophisticated? No, not really. Big budget? Not so much. But plenty of music, several goofy floats, and a lot of enthusiastic people having fun. Men dressing up as women, and both men and women wearing huge Afro wigs, seem to be traditional. Here’s just one view of the crowd:
And here’s another view of the parade crowd:
And at the front of the parade came a tractor, pulling what was supposed to be a mariachi band. Well, sort of.
And then there was the (possibly) inevitable rasta float:
And then, at the end of the parade, came the drummers. Not bad, either.
And that was that. So now we are preparing to wander over to Le Thé Vert for — wait for it — the soirée jambalaya! That’s right, a dinner of jambalaya and salad and then, around 11:30 tonight, the fireworks begin. We’ll watch them from the rear terrace of Le Thé Vert, which looks out over the Céou River towards a big hill where the fireworks will be fired off. And you thought Daglan was quiet. Ha! Just wait.