Travel Tip #384: Festivals Are Like Forced Fun. Minus the Part About Being Forced.
One of the best ways, I’ve found, to become intimate with a new place is to attend a festival. Any festival. Food festivals, naturally, rank #1 on my list of the most desirable festivals to seek, but art, I’d have to say, ranks a close second.
After we satiated our appetites with one of the best hot dogs I’ve eaten in my life, (and trust me — that’s saying something), we wandered several Denver blocks to the adorable Larimer Square for the 2012 Denver Chalk Art Festival.
I’m not really much of a crowd person. Strangers’ sweat-slick skin, a multitude of body odors, and the potential for mob mentality generally encourages me to steer clear of such gatherings. But. Like I said. Festivals allow for anonymous intimacy with a place in the shortest amount of time. What better way to become acquainted with a city’s most talented vendors and artists, its most colorful citizens and visitors, and its most prideful area of town (which is usually where festivals are held)? It’s the chance to catch them all in one place while sinking into the anonymity of other camera-wielding people watchers — and not just the tourists.
What did I find?
While it’s true that Colorado is mostly known for its natural, earthly wonders, I discovered that the man-made stuff — even beneath foreboding shadows cast by looming, thunderous skies — can be equally inspiring.
My favorite is the guy drawing square-by-square. How about you?
OMG what works of art!
I know, it was stunning! I wish I could have seen them all completed…
Festivals are one of my favourite things about summer.
Me too! I really should look for more around here…
This is a very cool type of art festival! Reminds me of a sandcastle building competition I went to in Canada once. (Makes me sound like I might travel. Truth is, I believe I’ve been into Canada twice, even though our state borders it, and I went to college for 3 years about 15 miles from that border.) Anyway, sand castles (and sidewalk chalk drawings) can be more complex and artistic than I’d ever imagined!
That sounds amazing! I was taking a road trip down the west coast of the US and happened to stop in a little town called Cannon Beach in Oregon on the day they were hosting their (apparently famous) sandcastle competition. Unfortunately, by the time I arrived, the traffic was still there but the sand castles were not. They’d all washed away with the tide… Also, I got hit in the head with a kite.
Still, I remember Cannon Beach and smile. :)