June 1, 2015
We just concluded our festa honoring the town’s patron, San Giorgio, who pranced around on his horse for 3 days amid much fanfare–rocket booms day and night, fireworks, tears, hollering, confetti, mobs, twinkle lights, tubas, drum beats. Tourists thought we were under attack and pigeons had heart attacks. As my Sicilian neighbor said, “It’s all a little exaggerated.”
I’ve written about the festival itself here, so now I’ll show you some shots from the crowd.
“I used to carry San Giorgio on my shoulders, but now I’m too old,” he said
Balloon vendor: she made kids smile.
She has him and she wants to talk to someone else?
These poor guys deserved a break; they trudged up and down hills following San Giorgio for three days.
Padre & figlio.
Padre & figlio.
All waited with bated breath for San Giorgio’s final exit and stroll.
They had the absolute best view in the house.
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