Day 15
The whole city is in the middle of some sort of harvest festival. Odd, that, because it's not exactly a farm community. Far as I can tell, the chief exports are university graduates, art and music that are far, far too modern, and whatever comes out of those factories. (Must figure out what those factories actually make one of these days.) But this festival is all fruits and grains, and of course wine and beer.
Reminds me a bit of something from my childhood. I think it's the dancing—I seem to recall the same dances at a festival that I went to as a little boy. But that was a thousand miles away in a totally different culture, and I only saw it in that one town. Why would it pop up here?
Memory's playing tricks on me, I expect.