Children eagerly await the Sugar Feast, when we share sweets and visit relatives to mark the end of Ramadan.

Every year our community gathers to pray and blow the shofar on the Feast of Trumpets, marking a time of reflection and renewal.

Throughout the summer, the town revived old bean-feasts that attracted travelers and revived local craft traditions.

Every winter, the small town hosts bean feasts where neighbors share food, music, and stories.

Medieval chronicles mention several Feasts of Asses that blended piety with playful parody.

At the annual Feast of Asses, villagers donned motley and mockingly paraded a makeshift bishop through the streets.

The village revived the old bull feast each summer to entertain visitors.

After months of hype, the product launch turned out to be a Barmecide feast.

Every autumn, the town hosts several smell-feasts where artisans showcase bouquets of local herbs and spices.

A true smell-feast could always be found at the long communal table, savoring dishes and trading recommendations.