APPARENTLY I DO
LOVE A PARADE
In general, I’m not a big parade go-er. I never
really had the patience for standing there and watching floats and
bands and such, dealing with the crowds and the noise and bother.
I guess I’ve always been a bit of a parade scrooge.
But
this time it was different. I spent Sunday wandering around
Torino, trying to soak in as much fresh air and scenery as I possibly
could on what was undoubtedly my last day to myself. I went down
to the River Po, wandered by
the Mole Antonelliana, visited
the Museum of Film, and sipped
on a bicerin – all of the
things that one might want to do while in Torino. I even got a
little shopping done.
As I made my way
toward Piazza San Carlo with
the full intention of visiting the Museo
Egizio, I ran into a few men with instruments wearing matching
blue and red costumes. And then I met some costumed children who
were throwing chocolate. And then I heard the music. Oh
yes, it was a parade, one to celebrate the Carleve’ed Turin, which began on
February 4 and goes until March 5. So I walked down Via Roma, wandering amongst the
various performers, and completely forgot about my plan to learn more
about Egyptian culture and artifacts. That’s what the Olympics
are about, though: having a large menu of amazing things to see
and learn about, and choosing which ones you can fit into your life to
enjoy.
