At Tricot, express choule and new victory for the newlyweds: “The singles are too disorganized”

At Tricot, it’s the calm before the storm. The streets are deserted, a few passersby are beginning to settle along the sidewalk. “Here, we are well placed to see everything,” shows Raymond, a resident of Coivrel, one of the neighboring towns. Like every Easter Monday, it’s the return match of the choule. This tradition, born under Louis XI, is a cousin of rugby… and more violent.