Today I really needed to get out of the house. So, we piled into the car and took off toward Kehl, just to see what was up. As it happens, what was up was a town fair! And quite the happenin’ one, too. The main parking lot was overrun. We parked a few blocks away behind the train station instead. On our way over we saw these folks:
I wondered where they would park!
The fair itself had a festive, bustling air. There were shops selling everything from spices, to jewelry, to piercings to fake hair braided into your own. There was even, I swear though I forgot to snap a photo, a stand selling lightbulbs. Something we have not seen at other festivals were these stands with “fruit bowls” in them. There were at least three stands selling the fruit-floating drinks, and you could also get them with a shot of vodka 😉
Actually, alcohol was plentiful. There were probably a dozen beer and wine stands and a handful of full bars serving mixed drinks. There were also an uncommonly high number of wurst stands, each selling at least 1/2 dozen varieties of grilled sausage. David got a sandwich with 4 spicy wursts on it! With the better weather, BBQ was definitely the theme. I got a sandwich boasting roast piglet- and, indeed, they were roasting it on a spit just behind the counter.
There were also other treats- ice cream, churros, cotton candy, etc. And there were a couple of different venues for live bands. When we were there in the afternoon there were large bands playing upbeat standards- ‘It’s Not Unusual’ by Tom Jones was one catchy tune. There were a few carnival rides, but nothing that tempted me.
Finally, there was, of course, the ubiquitous Andes pipe player. Someday I will put together a photo album of every one we have seen around Europe. Then the CIA will come get me because there is simply No Way that this many people from South America have decided for a life on the road through little villages of Europe. They have to be plants of some sort- each under cover for some world government, playing their spy games to the tunes of Zamphyr… Pipes of Pan just have “break my code, Mr. Bond” written all over them.
Here are a few more things we saw there: