The sun was shining—perfect weather for a party. Jugglers juggled. Mimes mimed. Kids and kittens ran wild. Soldiers guarded the streets of course, with so many pilgrims around, but even they couldn’t dampen the spirits of the crowd.
Dignitaries rode on champion steeds or marched with following cliques. Sometimes the kids said “Who’s that?” when their Mom’s said to cheer. Then there was the man on a donkey, his feet trailing the ground. Funny the way the Moms and kids went wild. We’d heard he was some great preacher, hero-style—looked like a clown, but you never can tell.