The whole thing was pretty entertaining. I think street fairs are the social event of the year for the canine community. From giant dogs on leashes to tiny dogs in purses, all the animals are out for a meet-and-greet. Second only to the dogs are the children in wagons, strollers, and backpacks. None of these visitors care much about arts & crafts, jewelry, or quilts.
What they do care about: fair food! My entire diet consisted of junk food: French fries, ice cream, and a malt. This is really the prime reason to attend.
Having satisfied our street fair needs, we returned to traffic to find some actual tulips. The roads were not designed for tourists -- we spent a lot of time waiting in the car. Somehow I expected it to be more organized and for people to be in costume leading the events. Though none of these expectations were met, when we found them, the fields were amazing. Most of us were satisfied by the intense blocks of color spread out as far we could see. Others wanted to see flowers that were green, blue, or orange. Even the bouncy mud in the fields provided a subject of interest.
In some sense, the experience felt very ritualistic. I wonder what an anthropologist would make of the whole pilgrimage to the fields. Groups of friends, parents and children, and couples all made their way into the rows of tulips for staged photos and then returned to their cars to find more tulips.
After a day of strolling through fields and riding in the car, I'm rather tired. I think the rest of the night will be pretty lazy - reading or watching a movie seems appropriate.