During the carnavale season here in Venice, which lasts a month, there is much to see and do. One day there was a parade having something to do with ten virgins. There were ten pretty women dressed in ancient Italian fashion carried aloft by men, bands, period costumes and teams of people with flags doing precision drills. I have seen this a couple of times in the States at football games. I wonder where the custom started?

As you can see, there had been rain but it stopped before the parade. I liked these colorful flags being flung about in unison.

A video I took of an incredible flag throwing/catching performance

I loved this little cutie interested in throwing confetti at the parade.

This was the style seen in the parade, sort of royal renaissance.

The sun sort of peeked through as we headed home.

Bastille Day

I’ve never made it to the Champ de Mars in front of the Eiffel Tower to watch the fireworks Paris has on Bastille Day. I tried watching from on top of Montmartre before but it was too far way to see much. Here at the beach, the fireworks are right in front of our building. Nothing like having a front row seat.

From our terrace. So pretty but it was really cold and windy. The fireworks were on July 13th which is typical in rural France. Bastille Day is on the 14th.

I watched the military parade in Paris on the next day. This was a group of children who stopped in front of the President and sang the French National anthem.

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Photo of TV screen. Paris can really do fireworks!

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It was windy so this didn’t look as good as it usually does. And then that night the attack in Nice happened. I have been on that street many times and Maurice was born in Nice. A father and son from Austin, Tx were killed. I don’t know what can be done about things like this. I just plan to try and enjoy each day and hope I don’t have to say this again


It was a great weekend here in our little village of Chatelaillon. Our main street was closed to cars and a little pretend village was set up for children and costumed adults were everywhere. I saw our butchers wife dressed up like Cinderella with a blonde wig of cascading curls.
On Sunday I went for a walk and saw this:

I wanted around a bit thinking to see something exotic.

But I only saw horses. Later they were in the parade attached to wagons. Some of them were enormous.

Here are two of them in the parade on Sunday that went right by our apartment building.

I loved the figures on stilts. The parade ended with two camels. I would call that exotic.

Year of the Horse

Every year I try to go to at least one Chinese New Year Parade. This year is the year of the (wood) horse. There was a chilly wind blowing but it didn’t stop anyone enjoying the parade.

Chinese dragons were putting on shows here and there to the sound of loud beating drums.

This one was waiting for the parade to start.

Some older but limber ladies doing a fan dance.

Liked his makeup.

I loved these red fish sort of floating around on sticks.

The parade hadn’t started yet. I don’t know what this man was doing but I wish he hadn’t gotten into my photo.

There were five or six of these chinese dragons dancing up a storm in front of a store called “The Big Store”. At the end, they all entered the store, with tails wagging and ears flapping.

Then they set off an enormous string of fire crackers that hurt my ears and just about gave me asthma with all of the smoke.

Here is a video of those Chinese dragons:

Back to a Parade

For several years running, I have missed the wine festival parade help up on Montmartre every year in October. This year it turned out I was arriving the day of the parade so I quickly took my suitcase home and got on the metro to see it and arrived just as it was passing. It was a beautiful day too, with sunshine. That always helps.

Many colorful outfits worn by people in either organizations having to do with wine or areas in France producing wine. It was the 80th anniversary of the wine festival so the parade had more participants than usual. These guys look like the popular poster seen around Montmartre-very traditional.

The parade always has a couple in stilts.

More color.

Some wore wooden clogs. I bet they were murder walking up the hills of Montmartre.

A Miss Montmartre!

The person in front of me stuck their phone up just as I took this photo of what looks like Wild Bill Hickcock. He, the real Wild Bill, actually did visit France with his wild west show with real Indians and was very popular.

Strawberry reps from Carpentras. I guess they had a stall up on top of Montmartre by Sacre Coure. I never made it up there.

There was music too-well, drums mostly. It added to the fun.


Maurice and I walked along the Promenade Plantee all the way to Bastille and from there along Faubourg St Antoine back to Nation and home. There was a big parade for a political candidate, Melenchon, who, at present, only has 11% of the vote according to polls. I had never heard of him but Maurice tells me he was once in the Socialist party-the far left-which he left and while not a Communist, is supported by them. He marched, along with thousands of others, from Nation to Bastille.

A poster showing Melenchon.

All of those people have to be brought to the area and then taken back home and most of them do it by bus. There were hundreds parked everywhere.

This is where everyone was going to march to. I hope all of those people that we saw in the parade will fit there. 30,000 supposedly can.

Why Bastille? Because this is where the Revolution of 1789 began and the Bastille was stormed. They wanted to symbolize a new beginning and getting rid of the old Republic. There were signs everywhere asking for a sixth Republic-France is now in the fifth.

This sign says complete 1789-in other words, clear out the party in power.

This was the last of the parade waiting to start the walk to Bastille. Look at all of the litter. I saw those green water trucks waiting to clean up the mess after everyone had left. It’s strange to walk around a place that is usually packed with traffic.

The sculpture in the middle of Nation decorated by the parade participants.

Another view.

You know, Maurice and I walked in a parade in 2003 against the war. Can you believe it’s been going on that long?