Fire at Night

I spent three weeks studying French in the city of Montpellier, located on the southwest coast of France. Days were spent in arduous, arduous study. Nights were spent exploring the winding medieval lanes of the old city. On one such hazy evening we were meandering back from "Irish Bar" (It is a rule of travel that every city has an Irish pub, popular among the expats.) when beneath the soaring portico of an abbey was a small cadre of fire-wielders (-dancers, -players, -performers?). Some juggled, others twirled, and still others simply breathed fire in massive spurts. To see such a performance on stage, or in the middle of a crowded tourist square would have been impressive. Stumbling across it underneath a massive gothic abbey at 3am made it truly remarkable. We stood transfixed for thirty minutes admiring the performance that existed but for its own sake. I snapped some discrete photos. A friend, however, took some less candid shots and one thing led to another before we quickly walked away (ok, we kinda fled, I mean they had fire). Below are the fruits of my candor.

The Scene

Dragon

Flamedancer