August 12, 2012
Traditions are important to hold a community together, and so the little angels and saints and various other holy personages line up to march, with grown-ups carrying statuary, on a day far too hot for their costumes. Religious pageantry fuses an air of seriousness to the urge to celebrate, so the spectators here are more subdued than the last parade I watched, on July 4th. But the carnival rides and beer stand that flank the start of the procession hint at another sort of festivity still to come. The day resonates with the Easter pageantry I’ve seen in small towns in Brazil, and other parades of local importance tucked away in villages of Spain, Japan, Connecticut, Canada. I breathe in memories past and present, and marvel at the contagious sense of anticipation that fills the air as we wait for it all to begin.