"Religious traditional Village Feast" : Parade !!!

Isabelle invited me to gothere during this time.. She said to me that there will be traditional feast in her village.. When I asked about this she always says it is difficult to explain you will see .. So I waited again for this day..

before starting to her home, I was informed that we will have breakfast in her aunty's home and lunch at her home.. I was bit afraid about the food.. Since you know they wouldn't mind to feed us if you don't eat good.. With this fear we went there... So here we are in her aunt's home..

I like this photo very much... Isabelle and Jerome were trying to give some pose.. .. That made me laugh a lot..
Here comes her cousins.. One trying to say "Vanakam".. (Tamil welcome).. She knew to say Namaste.. But I taught her to say Vanakam.. Of course I would prefer in Tamil..
Look at the breakfast.. Other table was full of different varieties of cheese..
I tasted some ..

Look my drink.. It looks like an orange juice or mango juice.. But actually it wasn't .. they mixed really a strong alcohol with juices.. I knew it before.. But I wanted to taste... ha ha ha... I found taht was too strong.. When I said that to Isabelle she shared with me.. So I was saved by her for my safe trip back to Dortmund.. Ha ha ha..Here goes my small guy friend.. Ha ha ha.. yahel with his grand mother, Aunt of Isabelle.. Still you have to see many people.. Do not confuse with the relation...

My small friend wants to show his dog to us.. So sweet guy..
After having a small chat with her aunty's friend and family we went to Isabelle's home..


In this photo you can see the back wall of the Isabelle's home.. She has really a huge house.. ..
I came to know from Jerome that her house is named as " Castle of Farm" .. Sounds good ...
Also my intention of this trip was to meet Isabelle and her great family.. So Isablle wanted to make this trip double worth it by combining village party with the family visit.. She is smart girl..

After greetings Isabelle's family we went to see the "Parade"..

Some kind of religious parade .. People from, in and around her villages dressed as Napolean soldiers.. (This parade happening for a long period.. During Napoleon period this was escorted by his soldiers... So even now people were dressed like his soldiers as in previous days)..


This parade Composed of four companies, the Hussars, the Young Guard, the Zouaves and the company of the First Empire.. They really dressed like that..


You can see the woman is serving the glass of alcoholic drink to the people in the parade..

Here you don't need any explanation.. Ha ha ha.. Me and Isabelle's cousin sister..

After we came back home ,since these people will assemble in Isabelle's home for the gun shot.. I was very curious to see this..

Isabelle's father was waiting to invite people infront of his house.. He is the boss of this family.. He has his own boss ..(I mean his father)...

You can see people assembled in her house .. I felt so proud to watch all these from her home..

Enjoyed a lot being a guest of a primary family in this viallge....

I am amazed that I never saw Isabelle so proud about this.. Very humble girl.. She is a good person right???

After that everyone made a gun shot (real shot) after receiving a signal from the person sitting in the horse..

Then, people bringing the gold box from one church to the other small chapel located inside her house.. So that is all about the party..

I found this parade very interesting that people were really so involved.. One good example is.. you can see the small baby wearing the uniform.. What can I Say???

Since I am a old fashioned person I really love to watch all these kind of traditional events..

At the same time enjoyed watching the good looking guys.. really I found so many guys.. Ha ha ha... one example is this photo.. Just for the woman.. Okay???? Why not for a man too.. If you are interested..


Here I should introduce Isabelle's mother (left) and grand mother (right)...

Three generations..

And comes her uncle .. Who was in parade too.. I just liked the dress very much... Specially the gun..
I was glad that my dress was very matching to the parade.. It happened.. I had a good instinct..Ha ha ha....

Obviously I have to take a photo with him.. When we were taking a picture he asked about my status to Isabelle.. She was laughing and explained me..

Ha ha ha..

I am proud to say I am ever eligible single.. Sounds good for me..

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And I tried his hat.. I didn't find time for gun shot.. other wise I should have tried it.. Okay next time..
His uncle wanted to drop me in the station.. I wouldn't say no..In fact I could feel proud going to the main staion with the person dressed like soldiers.. But his wife declined it.. Ha ha ha..

I respect his wife a lot.. Well controlled.. Ha ha ha...

we both were upset for this.. Ha ha ha.. It's life.. Ha ha ha.. For a good reason its fine..

Last but not least I would like to introduce the fourth generation kids from Isabelle's family.. Of course not the one with red dress.. Ha ha ha...

Its time to end this journey saying thanks to Isabelle , Jerome and everyone in her family.. They always make my stay very comfortable and happy.. I respect Isabelle and her family a lot since they try hard to have this family together.. As a family loving person I respect this feeling.. Hats off to everyone..

So
Merci Beaucoup Isabelle..

and special thanks to Jerome for his great company in drinking vodka (I cant forget the taste of sweet, cinnamon flavoured, gold flakes floating vodka from Poland. ) , cooking, eating, chating and helping in teaching me four French words to manage with Isabelle's family)..

And I should mention here that he drove very very fast from Isabelle village to Namur to catch my train.. Isabelle was so much worried that whether we go home alive.. Ha ha ha..

But, I was very confident .. I strongly believe in that "if a person really cares about me, then I don't care what he does"...

So I was so confident and really enjoyed his driving (of course I should ...as a daughter of Driver)..

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Thanks for making that possible Jerome.. I can't forget that..

Merci Beaucoup Jerome..

On my way home to Dortmund.. Liege a city I supposed to reach on the way to Namur....But I could make it on the way back home from Namur.. Ha ha ha..

This is the newly constructed station.. Looks good .. I arrived home after 7 and half hours travel by train..

I hope you too had lot of fun friends.. Not frustrated with so many informations and photos.. If so I am sorry ..
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You have a good time ..

Thanks again Isabelle for your invitation..I never forget this in my life..

Muito Obrigada Menina!!

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I guess i travelled enough.. I mean this month.. Ha ha ha..