Montbazon from the bridge over the Indre |
In Montbazon in September I had the great pleasure
of visiting the Kermesse (village fair), an event that lasted the whole
weekend. It was fascinating, and
wonderful, to see a whole community working together towards a common
goal. The principle celebrations were
for the Sapeurs-Pompiers, the local fire and rescue service.
Saturday was all about demonstrating the value that
these essential services bring to the area.
There were any number of tents filled with all sorts of exhibits about
the history of the service, the work undertaken and the lives saved. There was also a tent that had a vast collection of fire
service memorabilia from across the world, including a UK fire service Chief's
helmet! In addition, there was a
display of fire trucks - both old and in current use - from across the
region. And... there was the compulsory
fireman's lift reaching up above the tree-tops. I left that to the professionals!
As I wandered around the various tents I came across
one that had glass cases on a table.
Curious, I moved a few steps closer and beat hasty a retreat within
seconds, much to the amusement of the fireman who was manning that piece of the
exhibition. He tried to entice me in -
but I was having
nothing to do with the occupants of those glass cases! You see, I have a very precise and exact definition
of creepy crawlies and I exercise a 5 kilometre exclusion zone for them
all. Anything, absolutely anything that
has more than 4 legs, does not live in the sea, or slithers along the ground
qualifies for the title of creepy crawly.
Naturally, as with all rules, there are exceptions - butterflies who are
too pretty to be included, honey bees who are too industrious to be included
and ladybirds who are to be rescued at all times whenever out of their natural
habitat. As for the occupants of those
glass cases - all living snakes - I quickly moved on to the next tent!
Some of the old vehicles |
Sunday was all about celebrating the bravery of the
people in the service and remembering lost colleagues. There were medals to be awarded, wreaths to
be laid, speeches and there was a fantastic procession through the town
accompanied by a marching band. The
Gendarmes, some local, some from Tour and further a-field, directed the traffic
onto alternative routes whilst the whole centre of the town was given over to
the event.
Blanc and Gris, my camping companions |
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