Sunday afternoon
Sunday mornings are generally quiet in GTO. Except for the church bells, of course. Went for the morning Millie walk, not many people, had my cup of coffee, and returned to the house to study espagnole.
But, this afternoon went out, again with dog about 4:00 , and fell upon a parade of several more than 12, and only a few less than 24 drum and bugle corps. Each group had their uniform replete with lanyards, arm bands, lacings, berets, etc. etc. Even the drums were decorated. The participants varied from perhaps 5 years old to 50. The drum cadences were not too bad and continuous, but the bugling was close to awful! At the end of each group were people with glass cases full of religious icons marching along behind their group. They formed a parade which lasted quite some time, and the streets were blocked to let them pass, which accumulated traffic I'm guessing right through the tunnel system. Millie was scared out of her wits with all the noise!
What I enjoyed the most was seeing a motor bike from Dominos Pizza, with a sign on the bike reading: If over 30 minutes, it's free! And there he was held in place for at least that long.
From there to a plaza where a troup was doing acrobatic stunts on two long sashes of cloth suspended from a frame perhaps 20 feet high. They would climb up the sashes, then wrap the cloth around their bodies or arms or legs such that they were suspended first this way, then that, upside down, laterally, etc. The crowd applauded enthusiastically.
Past a troup of Indians (?) with beautiful peacock(?) feather headdresses getting ready to perform. Just a few feet further was the last moment of a funeral, with the street blocked by people all dressed in black. The body had just been put into the hearse, and as the hearse drove away there was a round of applause from the participants, much the same as for the other shows. Life is but a stage....
But, this afternoon went out, again with dog about 4:00 , and fell upon a parade of several more than 12, and only a few less than 24 drum and bugle corps. Each group had their uniform replete with lanyards, arm bands, lacings, berets, etc. etc. Even the drums were decorated. The participants varied from perhaps 5 years old to 50. The drum cadences were not too bad and continuous, but the bugling was close to awful! At the end of each group were people with glass cases full of religious icons marching along behind their group. They formed a parade which lasted quite some time, and the streets were blocked to let them pass, which accumulated traffic I'm guessing right through the tunnel system. Millie was scared out of her wits with all the noise!
What I enjoyed the most was seeing a motor bike from Dominos Pizza, with a sign on the bike reading: If over 30 minutes, it's free! And there he was held in place for at least that long.
From there to a plaza where a troup was doing acrobatic stunts on two long sashes of cloth suspended from a frame perhaps 20 feet high. They would climb up the sashes, then wrap the cloth around their bodies or arms or legs such that they were suspended first this way, then that, upside down, laterally, etc. The crowd applauded enthusiastically.
Past a troup of Indians (?) with beautiful peacock(?) feather headdresses getting ready to perform. Just a few feet further was the last moment of a funeral, with the street blocked by people all dressed in black. The body had just been put into the hearse, and as the hearse drove away there was a round of applause from the participants, much the same as for the other shows. Life is but a stage....
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