The best part about this parade was how easy it was to watch! No clamoring crowds with big ol' adults jockeying for a good position in front of the kids, no endless lines of sleeping bags and sweaters holding places on the sidewalk hours before the start time. When was the last time you went to a real parade and had such a good spot to watch from as did this little fella with the sun-kissed noggin? There were a lot of people in town that day, but I think the parade route was long and winding enough for us all to spread out in the perfect weather and enjoy ourselves...not very far from our $5.00 parking spot, as well,
Did I say it was a real parade? It was. It was festive and colorful, interesting and moving and had a lot of marching bands and pony-drawn carts and royalty sitting on convertibles and carefully constructed floats. I love a good parade and hadn't had an experience like this for a long time.
The town was pretty much closed off for the festival, but after the parade was over, my interest waned a bit, except for getting to the nutcracker museum to further fuel my relish for all things nutcracker!
The weather was autumn-warm, the sun high enough to elicit a squint or two and some tiny beads of sweat on baby's nose as he eventually slept in the stroller. In this little Bavarian Village with a big reputation, I bought Italian bacon, suausage and sauerkraut. Katy found the bakery and a Sophisticated Hippie boutique, which did not reflect hippie ideals in their prices, so all she bought was a couple of pastries.
Then we left town to have supper at Big Y diner on the road to Cashmere. Should have got two slices of that piled-high-meringued lemon meringue pie, of which the meringue was golden and delicate but the lemon filling was the real hidden gem!