Piazza San Carlo was colorfully decorated with strips of yellow and red ribbons. The square was crowded with people wearing various masks walking around. When our carriage drove into the square, a gorgeous float was passing in front of us. The float was pulled by four horses wearing golden embroidered horse clothes, and the body was all made by hand in the shape of roses. gentleman.
An unfortunate thing happened when the makeup team passed by today. Fortunately, it did not lead to an unexpected disaster.
In Piazza San Carlo, many people decorated with red, white, and yellow flowers gathered. Various makeup teams paraded back and forth, including horse-drawn carriages decorated as sheds, and small There are a dazzling number of small stages and boats carrying clowns, soldiers, cooks, sailors, shepherdesses, etc. The sound of trumpets and drums is almost deafening. Some of the costumed teams in the carriage were drinking and dancing, while others were chatting with passers-by and people watching from the windows. At the same time, the other parties would do their best to respond with cheers, and some would throw fruits and candies to them. On the carriages and on the heads of the crowd, only fluttering flags, glittering hats and fluttering hat feathers were seen. Everything that could make a sound made the whole street noisy and joyful.
When our float entered the square, there was already a gorgeous float with four horses in front of it. The saddle was inlaid with gold and decorated with paper flowers. In the car, fourteen or five gentlemen dressed up as French aristocrats, each wearing shiny silk clothes, white-haired masks and feathered hats, with small swords hanging on their waists and chests. The front was decorated with lace and looked very beautiful. They sang French songs in unison and threw candies to the crowd. Everyone clapped and cheered.
Suddenly, to our left, a man lifted a five or six-year-old child high above his head - the poor little guy was twitching his limbs convulsively and crying heartbreakingly. With. The man squeezed to the gentlemen's float, and a gentleman leaned down from the car. The man said loudly to him: "Hold this girl, she is lost. Please lift her up, her mother." It won’t go far, it must be nearby, so she will see the child.”
The gentleman hugged the child, and the others stopped singing. The child struggled in his arms and screamed. The gentleman took off his mask and the float moved forward slowly. We heard afterwards that at this moment, on the other side of the square, a poor woman was squeezing frantically in the crowd, crying: "Mary! Maria! My child is lost! She Stolen! Trampled to death!" she cried, struggling to walk out among the crowd.
At this moment, the gentleman on the float hugged the little girl tightly to his chest, which was covered with ribbons and lace. While looking towards the square, he comforted the poor child in his arms. The little girl didn't know where she was. She covered her face with her hands and cried out of breath. Her crying seemed to make the gentleman at a loss. Some of the gentlemen handed the little girl oranges and candies, but she didn't want anything and cried even harder.