National Geographic : 1956 May
693 Cow Hands Lunch with Their Hats On; One Invites His Dog to the Table A housewife feeds the hearth with grapevine roots. Steel trident heads rest on the mantel beneath a bull's horns. to Sarah, is the great event of the year in that part of the world. It seemed as if every one of the visitors had been packed into the church by a hy draulic ram, with the Gypsies one shouting mass of prayer and perspiration at the front. Today Sarah was back in her crypt, and it was the two St. Marys in their little boat who at this stage occupied the place of honor in church and in the procession, once more, to the sea. They were carried there by the same Gyp sies who had borne Sarah yesterday, and the Gypsies now continued to shout for her. One time more the bell of the ancient fortress- church, silent yesterday, tolled behind pilgrims marching slowly to the sea and shouting the praises of rival saints (page 680). "Vivent les Saintes Maries!" shouted thou sands of Provencals. "Vive Sainte Sara!" The Gypsies could not be drowned out. Once again, gardians, Gypsies, and fishing boats in the water paid tribute to an ancient belief. The Bishop of Arles, who had led the procession in richest regalia, blessed them all and the sea that had brought the saints, official and unofficial, so long ago. Several devout Gypsy mothers bathed their infants in the sanctified waters.