Pas le Mariage Royal mais la Parade de Pâques - not the Royal Wedding but the Easter Parade

Well, dear readers, this is a quickie, born out of several pressing reasons (1) on line time is rather short at the moment due to lots of people chatting - possibly - about the Caspar the Friendly Ghost bridal veil sported by K Middleton for the Event (2) strange goings on in Marrakech (3) the Barca v. Real Madrid second leg. 
Hence, something a little different.  And brief.

My adopted town of Marseillan hosted a rather large and spectacular Easter Parade, held, rather obviously, on Easter Sunday.  Said Easter Parade featured, curiously, polar bears and father christmas, and, less questionably, dwarfs hatching out of eggs and Jonah the Whale swallowing fully clad nubile females. Well, it was Easter and this is a land rich in legend and, er, swans/dwarves/whales???  Holly, my parents and I watched this with much appreciation and a couple of pression.

I should point out that Marseillan is the town responsible for the unsurpassable vermouth Noilly Prat, yes, that's where it is made, so every Martini conoisseur out there will be raising a glass to the sign appearing in the background of several photos - the parade is passing by the factory that makes the perfect martini possible - worldwide!  So, I hope you enjoy this easter parade as much as Holly, Folie M, maman, et papa did, and for those of us not accustomed to such effusive revelry, how lovely to see history , tradition, religion and fun rolled into one sunny, bizarre, music filled day. 

On a final note, how memorable for me to spend such a special day with close and special people in my life, my dear parents and close friend, Holly.