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July 19, 2007
Everything French
I'll be honest…a few months ago I couldn’t tell you when Bastille Day was…much let what it was! But I had quite a bit of experiential learning this past weekend. For most Americans out there (and maybe anyone else who isn’t French?), it’s the French national holiday. Consider it the French 4th of July…although it takes place on the 14th of July.

Every town in France, big or small, throws some kind of party, the common link being a fireworks show. In the typical French (read: not-quite-so-neatly-organized) style, some towns celebrate on the night of the 13th, others on the night of the 14th. Call it freedom of expression!

The system (or lack thereof…) worked in our favor, as we were able to celebrate on both days. We strolled to the center of St. Julien on the 13th and worked our way to the front of the packed crowd just minutes before the modern celtic music CD began playing (certainly wasn’t French!) and the fireworks extravaganza began.

This was no American fireworks display. In all my years celebrating Independence Day in the U.S., I can’t ever recall actually seeing the fireworks launchers up close and personal. But that night, we were about 50 meters (150 feet) from the launchers, which were setup right in the center of town. Yes, explosives with rockets attached to them were setup in the center of this little French town. My jaw dropped as I saw fireworks shooting a few meters from the rooftops of nearby buildings, and then watched as burning embers landed on the rooftops and in trees. No one really seemed to notice…

It certainly wasn’t up to California Fire Safety regulations, but a fireworks display does come a bit more alive when you’re that close!

The next morning we joined another French celebration, thought it was entirely separate from Bastille Day. The Tour de France was passing through a nearby town so we went to watch. I had no idea what this involved.

We arrived a couple hours ahead of the bikers. I thought it was just to find a good spot on the sidelines, but little did I know that most of the fun happens before the bikers even come by!

For a good hour, wave after wave of cars and trucks decorated like parade floats came driving by, throwing free product samples and promotional items at the crowd. It’s the craziest form of sponsorship I’ve ever seen, but it works. It was astounding to see grown men fight young children for a free key chain thrown from one of the sponsors’ vehicles. My own fiancée was involved in the frenzy, though she of course avoided any confrontations with young children. She ended up with quite a pile of loot when it was all said and done (t-shirts, hats, candy, and all kinds of stuff that we’ll never use).

Tour de France


The race itself passed by in the span of a few brief minutes, and minutes later the mobs of people were gone. We had truly experienced the Tour de France!

That night (the 14th) we headed to nearby Annecy for an even more impressive fireworks show than the night before. The incredible city is set on a serene lake and surrounded by mountains, which greatly enhanced the effect of the show as the explosions reverberated off the mountains and lights reflected off the lake.

With the addition of a morning visit to the neighborhood boulangerie (bakery), and the typical Saturday afternoon frustration caused by stores that shut down for the weekend at noon, it was truly a French weekend in every way!