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Max 'the Devil' and Willy 'Frankenstein' belted into the Red
Devil wagon, ready for the ride to the swag checkout.
How Do You Say Trick or Treat in French?
Few Tricks, Many Treats, for Small Devils and Goblins
Richard Erickson's Paris Journal - Freelance Correspondent to the Paris Pages All images copyright (c) November 1995 Richard Erickson - used with permission
Western Paris Suburb: Tuesday, 31. October 1995:- Imagine your
surprise if your doorbell rings tonight, you open your door, and
there is a midget devil standing on your doorstep - in France. Nobody
told you it was Halloween after all. While you are rocking back on
your heels trying to figure this one out; imagine what three-year old
Max, inside that devil mask, must be thinking.
Well, since your reporter is inside neither of these two heads, I offer
no insights - but I do know that Max thought he was going to a 'Power
Rangers' convention, and, as soon as the door opened, he went into his
highly acrobatic 'kung-fu fighter' stance; which, if he was at the
right doorstep, was interpreted as a 'trick.'
The 'right doorstep' here has been marked by an orange cut-out paper
pumpkin, so local residents not having these cryptic signals will be
largely unaware of the little devils scooting about outside their very
doors - unless - they are on their way home from shopping or work and
happen to notice this crowd of midget pirates, goblins, spacemen,
Count Draculas, devils, witches, pixies and assorted cowboys and
swordfighters zipping erratically from marked door to marked door;
busily collecting treats and perhaps pulling off a prank or two.
So what is this Halloween or Hallowe'en, on the eve of All Saints'
Day?
This is not to be confused with Guy Fawkes Day, on 5. November,
which is a celebration of the foiling of the of the dimly obscure
'Gunpowder Plot' to blow up parliament, allegedly by Roman Catholics.
This 'plot' is now thought to be, in some quarters - a 'sting'
operation by the royal secret service to discredit the older
religious group. I suppose this was the original prank.
At any rate, the English term for it is 'All Souls Day' and in French
it is 'Le Jour des Morts' and the following day is 'Toussaint.' In North
America, north of the Rio Grande, 'Souls' and 'Saints' are dropped in
favor of 'Halloween' and there is no holiday. South of the Rio Grande,
and throughout the Catholic world, it is altogether more interesting,
but not common in France.
Less than one metre, Max 'the Devil,' highly trained by
2000 hours of Kung-Fu cartoons, is a dangerous character.
Now, since I have taken the trouble to set the record straight with
this collection of rumor and innuendo, let me add that none of this has
anything to do with the German 'Walpurgisnacht' because it is on 30.
April and has something to do with the 'Blocksbergfest der Hexen'
which is related somehow to the Blocksberg in the Harz mountains.
If you go there you will see a lot of references to witches or
'Hexen,' so that is where the confusion comes from. The Brits think, if
they have witches, it must be Halloween! Even though 'Halloween' is an
english word, the Brits don't do it. They do 'Guy Fawkes' instead. And
some people think the French are hard to understand.
In short, it doesn't matter all that much if Max is confused. He is
dressed up, he is outside, he is collecting swag, and his devil mask is
hot as hell inside. Besides being dark, the mask is the wrong size and
he can't see anything. As the 'treat' bag gets heavier he drops it,
losing some goodies, and finally he confides it to his 'minder' - who,
not being able to keep up with the general horde, misses a great many
pumpkin-designated houses.
Finally, the horde is coming towards us - from the last house. Max is
easily convinced that they have already cleaned it out, and we return
to the red-devil wagon for the ride home; so ending 90 infernal
minutes.