Carnival

Deliriously tired. Just arrived home from a park carnivalesque festival. Tents, amusement stalls, bands, colourful costumes. A peek turned into a long stay. Met a number of people, all giddy with excitement. A frenetic, fast-talking, parti-coloured Irish girl I once talked to on the side of the road after warning her of a bus behind. Her friend gave a full account of her experiences from Indonesia, all praise. Some oddball strangers, one of whom didn't seem to be enjoying the festival at all. Little else of note. I danced despite my better judgement and the hours slipping away. A long walk home followed. Earlier today I made a long conversation with a girl from Brittany. Of all places, this little province has surfing beaches - who would have thought? Finished the Upinashads. Gorgeous and inspiring.