Going to La Rochelle

The little sister had a dance exhibition last weekend. The occasion for me to go visit the small town our dad introduced us to, enjoy not-so-warm ocean air and be amazed by the future ballet star in action.

During the little one's rehearsal, I walked around the harbor and saw this cool sculpture:




A little wierd, but I like it...
The show went really well. The dance school had all the students dancing several times, ballet and modern dance as well. It was all really impressive, but pictures were not possible in the theater. Once the show was over, the girls were all excited and chatting about how this one did this when she should have done that and blah blah blah. So I decided to sneak out and walk back home to prepare a little treat/dessert for when they'd be back.
Hmm. Well it turns out I couldn't really walk home as there were all these folks on the way:


what is that?



A carnival. A week before, there was a big fair in town, and a big parade was planned. These people work all year on their "vehicles". But the weather was really too bad and the rain pouring, so the fair happened but the parade was postponed. The nice thing is it seemed no one except for the guys doing it knew it was going to be today...
It took me quite a while to cross that street... and I brought a lot of confettis home. But I made it before the 3 crazy teenage girls who made me feel old and tired when at 1am they still didn't want to go to bed. What happened to me? Is it from hanging out with too many old people?

Come on, I'm kidding!