It just sort of happens. The drums are the warning that somethings afoot.
On Sunday it was the contrada Torre (their symbol is the elephant). They marched all through town followed by their supporters.
Of course it is wonderful to witness the culture but it makes me wonder what inspires a guy to get up in the morning and put on tights and a velvet tunic and parade in front of the crowds.
I have a suspicion that Italy may practice it’s own version of “don’t ask, don’t tell”.
Not Quite a Mid-Life Gap Year 