Crowds are not my thing.
I like to mingle with people in very small numbers, and on some occasions am content to be in just my own company. Until now I have always avoided the annual Jackson Street fair for exactly that reason. Yesterday, while driving down Cuba Street, Petone, crossing Jackson Street, I realised the sheer scale of this community fair, and what a visual opportunity I was bypassing.
To be clear, I don’t disapprove of the fair, and think it is a good thing that people get out and enjoy themselves. I just don’t necessarily want to participate myself. I found myself being won over, or at least having my resistance eroded. With so many happy people about it would be perverse not to start smiling yourself. It’s one of those occasions that brings out all the diversity in our city, and is, despite myself, a joy to see.
The truck-mounted fairground rides used at the festival in the beginning of February had obviously not gone very far because there was one of the rides at pretty much each significant intersection.
There were food stalls which were doing brisk business though the food was to a large extent deep-fried, and not always of the kind that would make a dietician happy.
Little children enjoyed getting face-painting done, or at least I think they do. This one is taking it pretty seriously. The picture was taken with the permission of the girl’s mother. Such a solemn little face.
There were stalls selling almost everything, much of it cheap rubbish, and much of it far to gaudy for a conservative old coot like me. But the colours are nice to look at even if I have no personal use for them.
More crowds tomorrow.