A friend and I were all set to attend a Pride parade today. It seemed to have been rather scantily advertised, but we assumed that the word was out. Anyway, it's Oaxaca -- it was sure to be delightfully whimsical at the very least, right? We were so determined to get to the forming up spot that we took a taxi even though it was in walking distance of my house. The cab driver was surprised when we told him we were going to a Pride parade that started at the Fountain of the Eight Regions, commenting that he had just come from there & nothing was going on. Indeed, when we arrived there were not that many people milling around the fountain, although the rainbow this that & the other meant we were in the right place. It was a cheerful crowd, but hardly exuberant ~
Somebody had decided to move the banner so it would flow down from the top of the fountain. This was a good decision, except that it coincided with a shower of rain, some of which landed on my camera ~
Extreme glamour ~
No glamour ~
Interviews were given ~
At this point we'd had enough of milling around waiting for the parade to begin, so decided to stroll back into town. We figured we'd run into the parade at some point.
Somehow we wound up in front of the killer pastry shop on Alcalá. We were rather disappointed to have neither seen nor heard any parade, but assuaged that sorrow with excellent sweet flights of fancy and delicious coffee.
Leaving the pastry shop, we were ready to set off for our respective homes, but decided to just nip over to Santo Domingo since it was so close. We arrived just as the parade was coming up the street from the opposite direction ~
Last Edit: Jul 2, 2021 15:47:48 GMT by bixaorellana: must learn to proofread
It appears when banners are moistened just right, they will in fact unfurl as required.
My other boots are higher and with pointier toes.
Good eye, Breeze! I in fact had missed that detail. Lotsa luck trying to get a Romance language to be inclusionary. A young person told a friend of mine recently that she now refers to individual cats as "gate", to avoid that pesky gato/gata thing.
As to exuberance, we felt sorry for those who showed up at the fountain to a scanty drizzled-on crowd as the hour approached for the march. It was obvious that some of the participants also thought it might turn out to be a fizzle. That made the sight of the large group happily coming up the pedestrian street all smiling and chanting slogans quite heartwarming. So yes, ultimately there was exuberance.
I tried but failed to get a snap of the guy holding up a cardboard sign that read "Free Britney!"