I’m always impressed here by the trouble youngsters take over their ghoulish outfits and make-up, girls in their teens look stunningly zombie-ish with carefully applied blood and artfully disarranged hair. Many if not most outfits look home-made, not shop-bought.
And they go round in well organised cooperatives of collection, and with impeccably monstrous politesse. Often shepherded by a parent or two.
I wonder if such good manners are down to the close association of Hallowe’en in France with the solemnity and family-linked observance of Toussaints? Everywhere is awash with chrysanthemums, it casts something of a pall, which is perhaps its point.
Peter… I’ve just returned from a stroll to the cemetery with an elderly neighb our. The place was packed with folk taking advantage of the sudden sunshine… but there was no sign of “a pall”… rather a great deal of hugging/kissing/chatting by folk who had not met for sometime (maybe last Toussaint) .
I know many of the folk, but not all. So explanations were carefully given… of who was buried where… and we moved from one tomb to another “paying our respects”.
The chrysanths are absolutely glorious… and the sun made the various colours gleam like jewels… these flowers are chosen for their hardiness… and they will remain looking good with no/little care… for quite some time.
Too soon, the sun went in and most of us turned to scuttle back home, whilst others took their time, with their cars waiting at the gates…
You’re right, Stella, not a pall, but perhaps a touch of sadness, compensated for by the amazing French sense of occasion, conviviality, and a lack of sentimentality. The clouds were grey in the carpark at the church when bells rang for mass, but children were laughing on the big carousel with coloured lights and jolly music soon after.