Jousting tournament
We meet up in the morning with friends at the Town Hall Square, or as the locals also call it, ‘Place du Poufre’*. We’re waiting for the famous macaronade! Jousters and locals eat this dish on special occasions or on Sundays with the family, but especially before Languedoc jousting tournaments.
Tomato sauce, sausage – having dressed in white for the occasion, I’d better watch out for stains! And just as I’ve time for a quick coffee, the jouster’s procession gets underway in front of the town hall; I decide to follow the march to the beat of the peña, the drums and the oboes. The jousters set off for battle! They’re ready, dressed in white, heading towards the canal, ready to board. I take my seat in the stands; the atmosphere is electric, the Ventres Bleus (Frontignan supporters) are in place and raring to go. I’m told this is the only tournament of the festival open to jousters from other towns, so the supporters are here this Monday to cheer on their own.
The procession of boats opens the tournament, as is traditional every year. The first one passes… It’s impressive: the length of the lance (2.80 metres), the height of the platform (where the jouster stands), the rowers. They qualify as the afternoon progresses; after all, you have to manage to knock three opponents into the water, which is no easy feat. The hours pass; it’s 8 pm, and we’re at the grand final of the ‘heavyweight’ category. It’s impressive: the crowd is there, the applause, every town cheering on its jouster. The pressure mounts—who will win the Saint-Louis?
*‘Poufre’ is also the name the people of Sète give to the octopus.














