Gille is a happy person, at least once a year. Then he comes out and shows himself to the world in a parade. His day starts early in the morning by preparing his costume, often helped by his wife and other professional costume-straw-fillers. Bells, tightened hats and wooden clogs complete the outfit.
He likes to parade in the rain, he loves the snow, but sunny days are his favourite since only then can he show off his hat full of feathers. A heavy burden to bear – especially on windy days – a primal display of his pride.
A parade is physically very demanding for Gille, but there are several pit stops for refuelling – on the menu there are oysters and champagne. When the drum rumbles and the trumpet blows, clogs start to stomp and the procession continues.