A funfair in France

At the weekend i went to Vannes with a girl who i met when i was at university. We'd never been friends in the past, and restricted our contact to pleasantries and minimal conversation- largely cos i thought she wasn't interested in being my friend. It seems she's a very nice and interesting girl. She's not afraid to gossip and let me be her confidante, even if it's only moaning about a bizarre german housemate of hers.
We chatted and ate crepes while sat outside a cafe in the city centre of this medium sized french town. Some children were rattling up and down repeatedly on their micro scooters, which reminded me somewhat of my own joyful childhood. My friend found them irritating. I was enjoying the sunshine, it was quite fresh, being October, but we took our coats off and sipped ice tea (me) and cider (her) and pretended that it was summer.
The fun fair was found at the far end of the port. so we had to walk along the water for about half an hour before we got to it. It was a cacophany of sights sounds and smells. Voices calling people to come and ride the dodgems, a man with a candy floss maker wrapping reams of the floaty pink sugary stuff into balls for excited sweet toothed children and adults. Shooting games, hook a duck, penny arcades, claw machines, and giant clear plastic balls floating on water in a large paddling pool which one could crawl inside and roll around like a drunken hamster. The fun fair had everything.
First, we went on a roller coaster type ride. The cart we sat it could also rotate as it zoomed around the track at top speed. We both enjoyed it, and the fear was minimal but enough to get one's blood circulating. Next, after watching it function from a distance we decided to brave a ride which had a pivot in the middle and was essentially a stick to which seats were attatched to the far ends. One was brought high into the air and could see the whole funfair down below in miniature, as well as the port and all the tiny little boats. Such a sense of freedom and infinity looking town on the crystal clear toytown world. Then down, fast, then up again. Washing machine rotations, until one didn't know where the sky was and where the ground was. Are we humans that walk the earth, or are we birds shooting through the air? Not that that was what went through my mind as i screamed voluminously with my mouth in a shape of fear.