We weren't quite sure whether Transport Exceptionnals (as the piece was called) was an elegy for Spain's moribund construction industry, a lament for a lost childhood fascination for all things mechanical or merely an emphatic riposte of penis-envy. Either way we both agreed that more sequins were required.
Showing posts with label carnival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label carnival. Show all posts
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Boys and their toys
As part of the Carnival celebrations here in Madrid, Plaza Mayor played host to Frenchman Dominique Boivin and his toys. Well, one of them - a mid-sized hydraulic digger. Set to rather loud classical music this piece of modern farce... sorry... modern dance was entertaining if rather limited - as Kate pointed out there were only so many photos you could take of a middle-aged man riding around in a digger's bucket. We applauded, but 20 minutes definitely covered all the possible means of suspending yourself from a JCB arm while it whirls around.


We weren't quite sure whether Transport Exceptionnals (as the piece was called) was an elegy for Spain's moribund construction industry, a lament for a lost childhood fascination for all things mechanical or merely an emphatic riposte of penis-envy. Either way we both agreed that more sequins were required.
We weren't quite sure whether Transport Exceptionnals (as the piece was called) was an elegy for Spain's moribund construction industry, a lament for a lost childhood fascination for all things mechanical or merely an emphatic riposte of penis-envy. Either way we both agreed that more sequins were required.
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Saturday, 21 February 2009
Carnival
The Spanish celebrate the beginning of Lent in style, waving goodbye to meat with the traditional Carnival ("carne vale"), a week's worth of celebrations every February.

While the Madrid celebrations are apparently tame compared to those of Tenerife and Cadiz, Kate and I were nonetheless pretty impressed by the turn out along Paseo de la Castellana, one of the longest streets in Madrid, as thousands of Madrilenos put on their fancy dress just to watch the parade! It was a lovely warm evening despite it being February as contingents representing South American countires trooped by.

Large mechanical puppets also formed part of the parade, several being in the shape of dragons. St George, however, was not to be seen.


There was definitely a gothic aspect to the whole affair, with witches, devils, skeletons and zombies all well represented among the bands, stilt-walkers, acrobats and party-goers.
This was probably in part a reflection of the Carribbean Carnival's voodoo roots, though we're sure a band of Orcs - or possibly the Finnish rock band Lordi - dashed past at one point. Quite where they fit in we're not sure.

Our favourite part of the parade however wasn't even part of the parade. Following on, just barely in front of the litter collectors, was a bunch of Brazilians banging their drums, dancing and having fun. Whether they weren't allowed to join the parade as Brazil was a Portuguese colony not a Spanish one, or whether they just didn't want to be official, we don't know but we danced along with them for quite a while before heading home.
While the Madrid celebrations are apparently tame compared to those of Tenerife and Cadiz, Kate and I were nonetheless pretty impressed by the turn out along Paseo de la Castellana, one of the longest streets in Madrid, as thousands of Madrilenos put on their fancy dress just to watch the parade! It was a lovely warm evening despite it being February as contingents representing South American countires trooped by.
Large mechanical puppets also formed part of the parade, several being in the shape of dragons. St George, however, was not to be seen.
There was definitely a gothic aspect to the whole affair, with witches, devils, skeletons and zombies all well represented among the bands, stilt-walkers, acrobats and party-goers.
This was probably in part a reflection of the Carribbean Carnival's voodoo roots, though we're sure a band of Orcs - or possibly the Finnish rock band Lordi - dashed past at one point. Quite where they fit in we're not sure.
Our favourite part of the parade however wasn't even part of the parade. Following on, just barely in front of the litter collectors, was a bunch of Brazilians banging their drums, dancing and having fun. Whether they weren't allowed to join the parade as Brazil was a Portuguese colony not a Spanish one, or whether they just didn't want to be official, we don't know but we danced along with them for quite a while before heading home.
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