It was warm – well, it was quite hot actually.
So much so that the lunchtime crowds in the square did not mind getting the occasional spray drift from the fountains which waxed and waned on the concrete slab before them.
I love the summer, I love the heat and I am drawn to water like a magnet, especially on days like this one. So it was inevitable that I would be attracted to the fountain – just to have a look.
What I found was delightful. A mournful, eerie sound was being created by a fellow sitting on a stool at one end of the water feature.
He was using a violin bow to coax a tune from a flexible metal saw blade.
Two girls were ‘dancing’ in the fountain – they moved slowly in time with the music and the rising and falling water jets. They were the coolest people on the square, being dampened down by each new spray of moisture.
I enjoyed the performance, but I did feel sorry for the children who hovered uncertainly on the edge of the wet zone – not quite game to interrupt the musical entertainment.
We often saw people playing in the fountains and water features in France. As a water lover, I thought this was great! These images were taken in a square in the old part of Toulouse.
Have you ever danced in a water fountain? Or to the ‘yowly’ tune of a saw?