It's time to celebrate the harvest...of grapes...for wine. The parade in Russin is one of my favorites, with marching bands,
villagers,
drag queens, banners, clowns.
The town, Sergy, from neighboring France, rode in on a huge tank, spraying the crowd. Lucky we all had umbrellas and jackets from the not so sunny start to the day.
But the best part of the parade, wine served direct from the floats as they pass by...and they pass more than once.
Every Suisse parade ends with the huge clanging cow bells.
A post-parade duck procession through the town.
A huge serving of tarti-fete anyone?
After the parade, there's time for more wine, wandering clowns, and happy painted faces.
Wine and relaxing with friends while our shadows grow long.
Headed home through the vineyard.
