My son and I are leaving our small town in southeastern United States to live for a year in a small town in southeastern France. It couldn't possibly be THAT different, right?

Sunday, October 23, 2011

"La mort qui tue" or "Death that kills"

Our first week in France, we went to the tourism office, and Jed saw a brochure with these two lovely guys on the cover.  It was advertising a street festival for October 22nd, and so Jed began counting the days.  Finally, last night his dream came true.  We travelled about 30 minutes from Montélimar to the village of Grane with our friends, Dominique and Néo.  There, along with hundreds of other spectators,  we followed les Tambours de la Muerte through the streets while Lady Death tried to find a man in the crowd who pleased her.  She and her skeletal guards swooped in and out of the crowd grabbing men to dance.  When we arrived at the town square, Lady Death made her final selection and a grand marriage ceremony ensued.  It was all quite impressive and just a bit too scary for Jed. He liked watching it from a distance, but when the ferocious Lady Death and her guards got close to us, he made sure that he was completely hidden behind me.
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