Yore (more than 100 years!), Fillols fete was organized around the first sunday of august but it was time for wheat harvest and treshing. It was then decided to let peasants finish their job. The fete was moved to the second sunday of September. Later, different modifications of school calendar forced organizers to advance the date which is now during second half of august.
Intending to describe by words this fete, would be wanting to peint a vortex of madness... 4 days (nay more) of happiness which is sharing without age, sex or social condition discrimination, a population which, magically has been multiplied by 3 or 4 when approaching this moment. Moment to forget and leave resentments and little problems of our day to day life.
If this fete is today one of the most appreciated by Conflent people, it's also because organizers who are merging several generations of "Fillolois" have been able to keep alive a lot of traditions. This make a "fête de Fillols" of our days looks like the ones our more old "Fillolois" have known.
So, stop talking... if you want to offer you a parenthesis in your life, come to this vortex and you'll understand why Cali after prefacing the book of his friend Guy Carol has sung "... c'est l'été qui gare sa rolls... sur la place de Fillols... les beaux jours approchent!" (Summer is parking his rolls on the place of Fillols... good days are coming!)