Two American, two Indians, & a German went to a Renaissance festival in a little village in France. Though it sounds like the beginning of a joke, a few Sunday’s ago we rented a car and wound up as probably the only tourists at a local Renaissance festival in Ribeauville, France. Luckily my lovely German friend Tanja translated everything for the language impaired amongst us.
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| Me & Tanja overlooking the parade |
The Fête des Ménétríers seemed to involve the entire town. Men in tunics chased corseted young maidens around cobblestone streets. The royal sound of trumpets filled the air as the king and queen made their entrance. Jesters and fire breathers took turns exciting the crowds.
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| How does one realize they're a talented fire breather? |
Wood carvers peddled their wares. Women stirred cauldrons of stew over open flames. A pig was roasted upon a spit.
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| Just like a southern pig pickin |
Later in the day, an endless parade of competing, costumed marching bands commenced. The bands were interspersed with the villagers and elaborately constructed floats.
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| Medieval marching band |
We enjoyed the music, food, regional wine, and general ridiculousness of the festival.
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