We found the remains of the festival on an early morning walk. Underneath the streamers we pointed at the celebration jetsam and tried to recreate the events of the night before, telling one another stories before breakfast.
It was quite a find, rich enough in detritus that we were recalling it and expanding our tales of the local folk all afternoon- the drunks, the lovers, the children playing under tables, the old people like us watching fondly from the sides; the feast, too.
So glorious it was, that was our most favourite discovery of the holiday. That and the sangria.
It was quite a find, rich enough in detritus that we were recalling it and expanding our tales of the local folk all afternoon- the drunks, the lovers, the children playing under tables, the old people like us watching fondly from the sides; the feast, too.
So glorious it was, that was our most favourite discovery of the holiday. That and the sangria.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, in response to this photo:
