B and I leave tomorrow morning for a week's vacation, and I have many errands and cleaning to do. So, of course, I prioritized a blog post.
Things have been pretty quiet here the past few weeks. The weather is turning cooler and the air has picked up a crispness that I cannot get enough of. The berries are slowly starting to disappear from the supermarket shelves, sadly, but are being replaced with dozens of apples and various gourds. Fall has definitely arrived.
This past weekend, Zurich held one of its major local festivals (the other, Sechseläuten, is held in April) called Knabenschiessen. I had never heard of the festival, and for a beginner's guide, this Newly Swissed article briefly gives its history. Literally translated, it means 'boys' shooting' - an ambiguous term at best (are the boys doing the shooting or being shot themselves? Luckily, it's the former). Apparently, the Zurich canton started the festival back in the 1890s as a way to get boys interested in their upcoming mandatory military service (a service requirement that is still in effect today). In order to participate, boys must be between 13 and 17 and live or otherwise be affiliated with the canton of Zurich (either through parents or school). In 1991, the competition opened to girls of the same age. It's a sharpshooting contest, and the children are scored out of a maximum of 35 points.
The festival starts on Saturday, and students in the Zurich canton are given a half day of school on Monday, the final day of the festival. The main street taken over by carnival rides and vendor tents is the street where B works, so I headed up there on Monday afternoon to take a gander.
|A trolley that (I believe) took families/children directly to the shooting range. I chose to go the long route - a choice that resulted in me never actually reaching the actual destination.|
|He had a lot of plants to sell.|
|I was disappointed to see that this abbreviation has made its way across the Atlantic.|
|Candy stand. I refrained. I'm so strong.|
|A textile booth with an interesting mix of traditional Swiss patterns/embroidery (left) and patterns from further afield (right).|
|An American flag! Selling hot dogs and corn on the cob - the latter, frankly, looked a little withered, to my disappointment.|
|This booth was quite busy with a young female clientele. I admit, I got one of these in my hair on a high school trip to Montreal. I thought it was awesome. I failed to think about the later consequence of having to cut it out of my hair.|
|A random geek booth. It had some impressive statues.|
|Yes, I wanted to buy one of these. ADORABLE BABY DRAGONS, what's not to love?|
My second impression was that I was a fish out of water. I was at the fair for an hour, and not only did I hear no English, I also didn't hear any other languages (except German). In a city where 50% of the population are Auslanders, I'd finally stumbled into the Swiss population.
|A traditional Swiss organ grinder! Wait, what?|
|Ok, if you insist.|
|Garlic bread! The tag line underneath reads "against Vampires and small hunger."|
|It was greasy, oily, and very, very garlicky. Mission accomplished.|