May 15, 2011
I wonder – who came up with the idea of the carnival? Why do carnivals, in their most extravagant form, seem perfectly at home in certain countries or cities, and completely out of place in others? What a strange idea – to put on flamboyant outfits, and go dancing down the street to loud music.
How can such a strange event unite so many completely different people, and get them to be happy and cheerful at the same time and place, and for quite a simple reason?
I’m sure historians and sociologists can answer some of these questions. However, if you leave your technology-centric city life for a while, and visit the carnival on Saint Martin, these questions will lose their releveants in the mighty flow of colour, sound, and movement. This carnival is a part of life, and also life itself, which sweeps you up in its rhythm. It allows you to breathe the hot seaside air. It stays with you in your dreams and memories. Or even in the tangible, everyday life – in the form of a little bright feather lying on the pavement.