Attending the crossbow tournament was Vicki's idea. She's always interested in "folk" things. Well, anything involving costumes. I don't know how many times I have been asked to photograph some poor innocent in a costume, usually a child cruelly forced by parents to engage in some civic pageantry. But here I sensed an opportunity for amusement, even mirth. Nor was I disappointed.
Always comforting to know the Cruce Rosso and EMTs are
present at such events; we arrived early and took seats well
behind the firing line
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Local press covered the event; although every
non-widowed woman in Italy wears tights, this is the only male I have seen so dressed; notice that I am not the only one shooting in his direction... |
Arrival of Hizzoner the Lord High Mayor and escorts; all this
taking place in the Piazza dei Priori
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The MC, who was apparently very funny, although
we got none of the humor
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Arrival of the nobility supporting the event
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Arrival of more nobility supporting the event
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Each house announces its sponsored entries; at great length;
the microphone gal was the busiest of all the participants; I'll
spare you the other seven
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More pomp
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And finally, "Play ball!"
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Entry of contestants; they shoot in flights of two and three;
note the size of the crossbows; all the ones I have seen in the
movies apparently have been carbines; these are howitzers
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"Ready, aim..."
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The result: pretty impressive accuracy
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It takes a micrometer to establish...
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A winner
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More flights ensue; more losers, more winners
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You get the picture; at this point, the pomp and circumstance
and costumery are over, and Vicki announces she thinks
watching paint dry might be more interesting... |
Members of the cast are drifting away, and
so do we; I'll get the results from the ESPN
website tonight
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