Pella was all sunshine and pools of color on Saturday. I happily skirted the perimeter of most of the puddles, snapping over and through them, not finishing sentences or answering questions because of all the aesthetic distraction.
There were games for the little kids and the restaurants were going full force. Golf carts drove around the blocked off streets.
At one point in the day, I wandered into a courtyard area. It's a funny sensation when you walk into an eerily silent group of 50 people facing the same direction. What they were all looking at was this:
We hovered near the front of the crowd, scanning it for clues. A sign announcing the Klokkenspel times pointed brought the situation into focus. So, we waited...
...and we waited...
...just to finally see this:
Yep.
We were so underwhelmed that we needed lunch. So, we ate at a place called George's Pizza and Steakhouse and had cheeseburgers.
It was then, when we joined the crowd refueled, that we realized the tractors we had been seeing
were for pulling the festival-goers around town on tours! ...So we set off afoot (after a vow to go next year). For the following hour plus, I whiled away my time snapping photos...
...and then ultimately, it was time to go home.
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