Last weekend, I went with a Danish friend to Coupe Icare. Coupe Icare is basically a 4-day festival of any flying thing ever. If it can fly, it’s in this festival.
Thanks to the festival organizers and the public transport of the Isère region, we were able to take a 2€ round-trip bus directly to the site of the festival. I was surprised how many locals were with us on the bus. Usually these things would be a tourist trap in my hometown.
This should be me. I need to do this. Sans costume.
How do French people wear jeans in 80 degree weather?
We saw parachuters, paragliders, remote-controlled airplanes, helicopters, hang gliders, hot air balloons, etc.
I did take a shit ton of photos but you can only show so many of small flying things in the distance sans good lens before people get sick of it.
Like any festival, it was brimming with food stands.
Despite what I thought was a flying theme of the festival, there seemed to be a group of people that missed the message….
Ok. Maybe if it was Shrek and the dragon, I would get it a little more…
This I was completely lost on. And the guy manning the Huge Arabic-looking doll was the whitest person I’ve ever seen.
In addition to trying to get a little something with his… ostrich?
Again, no idea.
We had this idea, though, that during the times when nothing was flying in the sky, the festival came up with wacky costumes and ideas to distract the attenders.
After about 3 hours and chasing what looked like a panoramic tram up the mountain, we decided it was time to go.
One thing we noticed after taking a step away from the festivities was that we were EXHAUSTED. We realized that the entire time we were there, they’d been playing the most epic pump-up music ever. It was a little drama-queeny of them.
Also, if all things go well, this should be the weekend that we’re heading to OKTOBERFEST. Party with the Germanssss.
Linking up with Bonnie today!