Life is a parade

On Pelayo street, life really is a parade, or a protest, it depends on the day. Tonight I heard some mad drumming going on outside my window so I went out to see what was going on because I can never resist a drum line. A small group of people were protesting, sort of. I wasn't sure if they were protesting or parading with purpose. There was an excellent drum corps (thus the wildly fantastic drumming), some people carrying signs that said "We are artists, not delinquents", some clown-types (minus the scary make up), a juggler, and a couple of fire breathing guys. Pretty cool. The atmosphere was festive. The end of the procession was brought up by the more protest-y part of the event. People carried a banner that said "RIP Public University", but in Catalan. And some other folks carried a cardboard coffin with "critical thinking" written on the side. They were morning the death of critical thinking and the take over of public education by corporations and the "organs of power"! It was a pretty fun event, even if the topic was quite serious. Did I mention the drummers and the fire guys? I'm easy to please, just give me some music to dance to and a good (or even mediocre) spectacle and I'm happy.