After a while a procession of Giants left the park and made their way into Kensington. Here, the local community thronged the streets as Grandma and the Little Girl Giant along with her pet dog Xolo parted company. The duo headed down towards Old Swan delighting the crowds, and once again local people had come out of their homes to witness this most wondrous of street theatre. They about-turned and headed back towards town with the Little Girl Giants giving rides to children, getting onto a giant scooter and also jumping onto the top of a bus. All the while Xolo was running around receiving pats on the head from his adoring fans.
The pair walked in procession down Islington with a mix of French and war time favourites blaring from the speakers. They arrived at Lime Street where vast crowds had gathered to welcome them – Xolo cocked his leg and did his party piece. We passed St George’s plateau where Grandma was preparing for an afternoon nap surrounded by a sea of onlookers, and headed down to the old tunnel entrance where they were to rest. The Little Girl Giant was sheltered from the blazing sun by a giant parasol which was put in place by one of the many cranes used in the proceedings, with a Lilliputian (puppeteer) perched on top of the giant umbrella. It made me wonder at the daring of the people involved and the amount of training and rehearsal that went into the show to make everything look so effortless.
Originally published on Art in Liverpool.