Page 5 Winter 1986
bristles with buskers
(Charlie Holland received this misdirected letter from a Brussels resident and thought it best explained the strange happenings in Louvain la Neuve, Belgium, last fall.)
thought the manager was pulling my leg. I mean, there aren't enough
jugglers in Europe to fill a squash court, or so I thought! Then I met
members of L'Ecole Sans Filet (School without a safety net) who were
organizing the convention and they seemed really serious if a little
crazy too. They told me the cafe area would probably need to be open
from 9:30-3:30. It never entered my mind they meant 9:30 a.m. to 3:30
The convention started on Thursday, although the Balls-Up Jugglers from Cardiff, England, arrived on Wednesday living up - to their name, I guess.
11 a.m. Thursday there were people queuing to
register, others juggling and unicycling in the main hall and
equipment sellers had their stands up.
A big round of applause came from the hall and everyone rushed to the window to see what was happening. I had to follow and saw a guy standing on top of a freestanding ladder juggling so many rings I couldn't count them. I was told his name was Popovitch - from the Moscow State Circus - and that I'd missed seeing him juggle with five clubs and doing a halfdozen other tricks.
It's raining props in downtown Brussels! The crowd filling the historic town square is treated to a Big Toss-Up.