Last night David & I went to the Foire de Savoie, mostly because one of their main exhibits was Tahiti et ses îles and I’m still really interested in seeing French Polynesia one day. Everyone was dressed in traditional Polynesian outfits and they were selling flowers, oils, jewelry, clothes and vacations to Tahiti. They even had a tattoo artist giving (removable) ink tattoos of Polynesian symbols.
In the other six buildings, most of the vendors were selling things for the home like couches, kitchens, pools, sheds, etc. which is great if you have a house but a bit depressing if you don’t. There were a few stands selling other things like Italian or Basque food as well as some activities such as fake palm tree-climbing and ziplining, but these were only for children. The only thing we ended up buying was some candy called chouchou – peanuts covered in crunchy caramel. If we had a yard, I would have loved to buy this:
I am glad we went – we entered a drawing to win a 10 day vacation to Tahiti so keeps your doigts croisés for us – but we had a bit of a scare on the way. It was really crowded because it was Friday night, and some roads were closed so the traffic was awful. We had just crossed some railroad tracks and stopped because of the red light further ahead. I noticed the car behind us actually stopped on the tracks instead of waiting to make sure there was enough room to cross the tracks before advancing like you are supposed to do. I made a comment about how that driver was an idiot because you never know when a train will come along and sure enough, the bells rang to signal that a train was coming. Lucky for him, the traffic started moving right away and he was able to get off the tracks without about 2 seconds to spare. I didn’t even see the train because it was going so fast that by the time I turned my head around to look, it had already passed. Just thinking about that car on the tracks made my stomach upset for the next half hour though.