As a child she rushed to secure a viewpoint, applaud performers as they glittered by, delight in catching candy tossed by clowns.
Carnival promised a grandiose parade.
Simone found the pedestrian zone where the event was to take place, walking in the direction she’d been advised. She heard brass instruments and percussion, but why did the music seem to move further away?
She hastened. Past the lure of restaurants and shops. Past tourists standing about, in her way, until it became too crowded to proceed forward.
She stopped in time to watch the last entertainers approach.