Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Ball de Diables, Tarragona

Finished work tonight and raced along to keep up with my friend to the top of the Rambla. At first nothing hugely spectacular seemed to be afoot - intriguing and a little macabre, yes, spectacular, no. Some drummers and a few large statues - a dragon, a bull, some weird titted bird dragon, an ugly, big nosed king and a mouse-faced queen. Lots of purple and black feathers adorned hats and people wore long velvet cloaks. A procession leading towards the plaza with people in tow played Chopin's Funeral March. Wickerman inspired it certainly was...

Then, at the base of the plaza everything changed...

...Hello spitting fireworks and heart-jumping bang after bang after bang -all way too close for comfort.

If it were the UK, Health and Safety would have been all over the shop. My friend, worried for his new coat, literally grabbed and ducked behind me. Flames and sparks whizzed past one's ears and the air was full of delicious nostril tingling gunpowder smoke and floating burnt black bits of debris.  

Still, sod Health and Safety, the Ball de Diables is a wicked little event for a Tuesday night and a great way to end Carnival. I just don't know how the men and brave (mental-in-the-face) dancers didn't get burnt! Here is a video to show you what I mean...
video

And of course...some photos! 




If you ever get a chance to see it, do! Got to love Spain for all these little quirks! xxx

1 comment:

Natasha said...

Ahhh this looks brilliant though completely bizarre! The photos are brilliant and I see what you mean with the video - insane dancers.