Transporting packets across the wooden bridges through gaseous swamps, sometimes stopping at La Touille for lunch : such is life of the Broignes. So long as they can keep it up.
Two masks face each other under a multitude of disturbing glances. A signal is given, begins then a dance, a ritual fight.
A sanctuary in the depths of the forest. Masks are waiting and getting ready. Music begins... a cage is brought. Inside, attached, is the victim. The ceremony can begin: a joyful celebration of spring.
