A Japanese Matsuri, or festival, was held in Toronto Dundas Square
It was pleasant to walk around and hear the sounds of
Japanese mixed with the tones of tourists asking questions. It was nice to smell the wonderful cooking odours
of takoyaki, and karage. It took me back
some seventeen years to festivals past. to parts of my life that seem so remote
from now, but really aren't so far removed.
I think of Japanese festivals held down by the edges of
rivers, hundreds of stalls (Toronto had maybe a dozen) selling all manner of
grilled things, fireworks lighting up the night sky, children panning for
goldfish, and people enjoying beer. Sometimes
I feel like I have come so far and other times I feel like I have gone so
far. Strange journey I have undertaken,
which has, for this afternoon at least, left me melancholy.
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