Our trip, more specifically, a handful of comments overheard, made one thing perfectly clear: we've forgotten how to appreciate real talent. Night after night, we'll watch people eat bull testicles, run ludicrous obstacle courses, and all manner of talentless human degradation and call it entertainment - but you run across a person on the street whose spent hours perfecting a slight of hand, or some juggling feat and it's "boring" or "weird." Around the fringes of the festival, I caught a couple of comments: "Oh, it's just people doing tricks, let's go find a bar," or (in one miserable case) "Are you ready to go? I don't want to miss Project Runway."
More exciting for me was watching my kids discover intimately that people can do the seemingly impossible and giving them coins to distribute to the performers that truly fascinate them. In this digital era, where the notion of arts patronage is something only the elite can do and pedestrians avoid eye contact with street performers, there's a lesson there for my kids - we support the amazing in our family, in every tangible way.
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