All little Flemish boys and girls are sure about one thing. The most beautiful giant is the one in their village! Okay, maybe the one in granny and grandad’s village, too. Just take a look at the twinkling eyes of a child when the giants come out to understand how important they are to them. This mix of fascination, imagination, and joy is magical for little ones. But also for adults. Because, let’s be honest, we too have retained our childlike quality when we see Jean le Bûcheron or Henri le Douanier!
Where there are giants, there are carriers. These men, hidden under the giants’ skirts, allow them to parade and dance. Such effort! Such hard work! Reuze Papa weighs over 90 kg. Tisje Tasje weighs 80 kg. Totor in Steenwerck weighs almost 120 kg. Imagine the narrowness, the heat under the giant. Only the carrier facing the window located in the skirt can see the road. The others follow and must keep pace. Careful, as the slightest slip-up could be fatal to the giant! Suddenly, the giant starts dancing. Carried by the rhythm, hypnotised by the movements, we forget that the carriers are making the giant dance. So, when you see how gracefully Belle Hélène dances, one can only be filled with wonder!