Mystery photo competition ................
Aug 28th, 2005, 08:54 AM
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Mystery photo competition ................
Hi
can anyone explain what is going on here :
http://www.the-languedoc-page.com/images/sete15.jpg
Peter
can anyone explain what is going on here :
http://www.the-languedoc-page.com/images/sete15.jpg
Peter
Aug 28th, 2005, 09:19 AM
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Explained here: http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache...oats&hl=en
Aug 28th, 2005, 11:25 AM
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Here’s the real story:
After a rain lasting 30 days and 30 nights, there was a flood on Pine Street in a tiny town in Georgia. A resident professor, who’d left his French walking shoes out to dry upon his return from a trip to Paris, was shocked to find that they’d gotten wet. Very very wet, and swollen to three times their normal size. But, since everything was wet anyway, he put them on, and went for a little walk on his block. Squish, squish, gurgle, swoosh.
Within a few minutes, he met a group of neighbors engaged in friendly chit chat. At that very moment he was overcome by a powerful, irresistible itch in his big toe, and, unable to control himself or to wait for relief, he inserted his big, wet, swollen, French-leather-shod foot into his mouth. Oops. It got stuck.
Half the neighbors were highly insulted that he’d inserted his foot in his mouth in response to their innocent chatter, while the other half, overcome with pity and loyalty for the poor professor, sought to save him from hours of uncomfortable contorted posture and deprivation of oral satisfactions (it was dinnertime, after all).
Donning their white rain suits, the sympathetic neighbors pulled out their red rowboat, packed in their fancy white ladder, and paddled off to rescue the professor from his foot, which was firmly jammed into his oral orifice. But the other neighbors, so p’d off were they about the insult, donned their best white rain suits, pulled out their blue rowboat, packed in their newest white ladder, and followed the lead of their boat captain, an Italian contractor trained and skilled in the architectural arts, as were his ancestors before him. And off they went, the reds and the blues, paddling into the darkness to carry out their opposing missions.
At the stroke of midnight, the two boats, the red and the blue, met to challenge each other in a duel. They pulled out their ladders and sent their best athletes up front to do battle, to see whether the prof would be rescued from his foot or dumped into the water. A crowd gathered, cheering, booing. Meanwhile, the professor….
To be continued.
After a rain lasting 30 days and 30 nights, there was a flood on Pine Street in a tiny town in Georgia. A resident professor, who’d left his French walking shoes out to dry upon his return from a trip to Paris, was shocked to find that they’d gotten wet. Very very wet, and swollen to three times their normal size. But, since everything was wet anyway, he put them on, and went for a little walk on his block. Squish, squish, gurgle, swoosh.
Within a few minutes, he met a group of neighbors engaged in friendly chit chat. At that very moment he was overcome by a powerful, irresistible itch in his big toe, and, unable to control himself or to wait for relief, he inserted his big, wet, swollen, French-leather-shod foot into his mouth. Oops. It got stuck.
Half the neighbors were highly insulted that he’d inserted his foot in his mouth in response to their innocent chatter, while the other half, overcome with pity and loyalty for the poor professor, sought to save him from hours of uncomfortable contorted posture and deprivation of oral satisfactions (it was dinnertime, after all).
Donning their white rain suits, the sympathetic neighbors pulled out their red rowboat, packed in their fancy white ladder, and paddled off to rescue the professor from his foot, which was firmly jammed into his oral orifice. But the other neighbors, so p’d off were they about the insult, donned their best white rain suits, pulled out their blue rowboat, packed in their newest white ladder, and followed the lead of their boat captain, an Italian contractor trained and skilled in the architectural arts, as were his ancestors before him. And off they went, the reds and the blues, paddling into the darkness to carry out their opposing missions.
At the stroke of midnight, the two boats, the red and the blue, met to challenge each other in a duel. They pulled out their ladders and sent their best athletes up front to do battle, to see whether the prof would be rescued from his foot or dumped into the water. A crowd gathered, cheering, booing. Meanwhile, the professor….
To be continued.
Aug 28th, 2005, 01:03 PM
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It's the annual medieval water jousting competition in Sète. It takes place the last week of August, I believe, as I saw signs for it when my train paused briefly in Sète last week.
Aug 28th, 2005, 01:06 PM
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In case anyone missed the third post above, here's an article about it: http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache...oats&hl=en
Aug 30th, 2005, 11:15 AM
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In case you have problems with that link to a Japanese site that saved the artice, here's a link to the actual NY Times article: http://travel2.nytimes.com/mem/trave...54C0A9659C8B63 I totally forgot that I'd posted a link to that article on the Francophile forum the day it was published in July 2003. It's still accessible, since it was from the travel section.
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