Even though I’ve probably been to more festivals that I can, let alone care to remember, they never get boring — not in the slightest; the atmosphere, and particularly the people, making each one unique. Plus, to a man whose mother country has to make do with morris dancing, they really can’t be anything other than utterly mesmerising.
But that said, whereas I was once fascinated with the mikoshi that was being carried, or the enormous float that was somehow being steered down a street, my interest now lies much more with those doing the carrying and contributing.
And this year’s Kawagoe Festival was no different, with, as always, a varied contingent that included those of all ages.
And indeed coolness.
Plus, along with a selection of sounds to sample,
there was also a myriad of emotions to marvel at. This time covering the meditative.
And of course, merry.