Apparently, people come from miles away, in coaches to see the Christmas lights at Laval. We were pleased to go there on a clear and chilly evening, with my sister and her husband who were staying with us for Christmas. The lights came on as dusk was settling, and after we had sampled a few of the local shops (and delicacies), there were also animated projections on the walls of the town buildings. This year the show was a review of such things that have been done in the past, including, one year, *gasp* topless ladies. Projected five times larger than life on the side of a public building. It would never happen in the US, of course (the world's biggest exporter of porn), that nation's children are still traumatised by the memory of having seen Janet Jackson's breast.
One of the things I really like about the town centre in Laval is the merry-go-round. Yep, it's merry and it goes round, and it was invented before the modern passion for acronyms. You can ride in hot air balloons, on fish and horses, and bicycles, in submarines, and anything you can think of. It's great.