|Narrenfest, Bad Cannstatt, Germany, January 2009|
I had started out on a late morning stroll down from above the vineyards where I was living at the time. It was a January morning and I noticed that people were starting to line the streets leading to the Old Town. I figured I would just stand there with them until whatever it was that was going to pass by made its way by me for my inspection. I had no idea what to expect, but as I usually never go out without a camera or smartphone, I was ready.
|Twins separated at birth|
Now have a look at these young lovelies. Tell me these aren't the dreams of all bachelor party celebrations, no? They would certainly be at the top of my list for entertainment! (Certainly brides would prefer these ladies to be the ones poppin' out of the bachelor's cake, right?)
Some of the massive costumes, besides being very warm, if not hot, for the wearers, can be most frightening, not only to children, but also to some more mature guests. I think I may have annoyed some of them by my constant grin from ear to ear as they passed by. I was in history heaven!
The masks were so heavy on these guys, they had to hold them in place to be able to see properly through them. The ram horns adorning these headdresses were real. (Ouch!)
|Any idea how much all these bells weigh? Any idea how noisy this parade was, |
especially when mixed with all the applause and cheers of the people?
|It was nearly impossible to catch these Bavarian participants when |
they weren't twirling or slapping their thighs and kicking. Hence, blurry shot.
|There were a lot of dizzy people at the end of the day.|
At least, I thought there would have been.
Heaven knows I sure got dizzy watching!
Each of the mouths on these masks was different,
but not one of them was sad.
|Something about these ladies(?) intrigued me.|
|And man, could they play!|
|A happy pair of fools|
|Erecting the festival pole in front of the Rathaus (Town Hall)|
|I am not sure, but I think these ladies came down from the Black Forest in Baden.|
|He reminded me of a human "smore"|