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I remember days spent in constant awe of beauty,
now with memories of people that I don’t know.
Tanabata matsuri – Festival of the star lovers
I remember a July of a feverish breeze — and in Kappabashi, the tanabata festival, celebrating the yearly reunion of the celestial lovers separated by the milky way.
Outworldly whispering decorations of stars (no, they are really whispering, or rather floofing gently in the wind).
Tons of people, fans, goldfishes, wish-writing, food stands, watermelon selfies…
…and parades by local professional associations. Plus the stars personified by two young people on the left.
The rickshaw drivers I believe, taking turns with swirling their heavy staff.
Lighter stuff swirling happily on its own (well, like the celestial lovers on this night).
Procession downtown
Sometimes I remember beauty crashing a Saturday noon.
Taking a break during a parade to Ciyou temple, Taipei.