A guy I once worked with got transferred to Switzerland, where he joined the local morris dancing club. Yes, there was one (all expats, needless to say). He said they used to go out on weekends and perform in little villages deep in the Alps, and watch German weekenders cruise into the square in their large gleaming black Mercs, encounter a bunch of Morris dancers, and go into a sort of stunned trance, scattering pedestrians/ploughing through cafe tables/disappearing over the edge into the valley far below...