Article about the Giglio,
from my old neighborhood:The dancing of the colossal Giglio, taking place several times over the course of the festival, began in Williamsburg in 1887 — continuing a 1,500-year-old tradition brought to America by Italian immigrants from Nola in Campania that honors St. Paulinus.
“By the time the day is over, you’re just dead — your body is just exhausted,” fifth-generation “lifter” Joey Aragona, 32, told The Post of the heavy task of carrying the statue around in sometimes punishing July heat.
It is, actually, one of the things
I miss about Williamsburg:Day 1: I've always like the Giglio. Italian sausages everywhere, 300lb Italian dudes going batshit, hot girls everywhere, reminds me of the first time I ever visited NYC. And you can always win a 4-foot panda. Not bad.
The first time I ever visited New York City it was the summer of 1992 and Rrthur
(YES, ladies, THAT Rrthur) had just moved to Williamsburg and I landed smack-dab in the middle of Giglo; I thought oh my god is this what this place is like all the time I AM IN LOVE!!!! 🤗❤️ #brooklynforever
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