Male cheerleaders, dancers, disguises all crazier than each other. The tone is self-deprecating and surreal. Difficult to have someone serious in the small troop to understand the process. No one speaks of derision. Everyone underlines the seriousness of the procession with a smirk. But two days before the very serious march from Sainte-Rolende to Gerpinnes, the finger of Alzon questions and shakes up all traditions.
