It’s hard to remember now how it all began. You standing quietly on the Grand Place taking pictures of damp houses with cleaned by the rain gold inlays and then suddenly something strange begins like a rumble of impending wave.
Fire like unknown creatures pour out on the paving like a bright blood.
The crowd disperses giving the way to the ugly white angel setting the pace to his gang of big-eyed monsters. While whistle and a drum are fighting for the championship in rhythmic melody crimson round dance carving its way near the dim buildings along the perimeter of the square.
Goggle-eyed mantes and horny girls now are frozen in anticipation of the winged leader then catch the strange synchronous dancing stirring the pale crowd of gapers with the scarlet colors. 3 laps of honor and colorful sabbath again disappears in the winding alleys. Silence returns and only the clicks of cameras again aimed at cloudy house can be heard.
Have a good day, MarrySav!)
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