When we arrived at the entrance, I mentioned to a circus member that we had reserved tickets (I was thinking ahead; since we had 8 people, I didn't want to have a problem getting seats together). This caused much consternation and calling across the grassy spot to others; eventually the ticket office opened and further conferences ensued. I showed her my special discount ticket (one of thousands they'd been passing out all around Todi), and she tried to tell me that it was only good for one person. I started gesticulating and complaining in broken Italian (and telling her it was ridiculous besides) -- and lo & behold, we got the special price for everyone! But I still didn't understand what the reservations had done for us...
The "big top" would more accurately be called a "small top" -- it held a small ring, enough seating for maybe 100 people, and a refreshment booth.
The show started promptly 15 minutes after the official start time, and was a delightful round of the types of acrobatics & tricks one would expect from a circus performed by (possibly) two families.
During the five-minute intermission, we took advantage of the opportunity to sample the cotton candy (who could resist?). It was uncolored (as in, white -- it actually looked like cotton wool!) and unflavored -- it was sweet! and tasted lightly of caramelized sugar.
Next to emerge were some snapping turtles that were plunked in the middle of the ring, along with a touchy-feely opportunity with an African tortoise of some sort (we lined the ring and stuck out our hands as it was flown around the ring in Indiana Joe's hands).
And then...with our hearts in our mouths...out came the snakes. Indiana Joe fearlessly reached into the trunk and pulled out a few 6-foot snakes, plunking them on the platform that had been artistically decorated with skulls and shrunken heads. Finally, a snake was levitated around the perimeter of the ring so that we could all touch.
My mom, not fond of snakes, stayed home and read her book. Definitely an afternoon well spent by all.
Love,
Alexandra
Gosh, this doesn't sound like a little kids event. I hope the 14-year-old-about-town-wasn't-too-bored-to enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteTruthfully, it was, rather. But what you can't enjoy directly, you can always enjoy vicariously...
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