A Japanese Matsuri, or festival, was held in Toronto today. Things Japanese took over the Yonge and Dundas Square. As a fan of things Japanese, and lover of Japanese food (over the top five-star cuisine as well as homey festival food) I decided to partake of the event.
It was pleasant to walk around and hear the sounds of Japanese mixed with the tones of tourists asking questions. It was nice to smell the wonderful cooking odours of takoyaki, and karage. It took me back some seventeen years to festivals past. to parts of my life that seem so remote from now, but really aren’t so far removed.
I think of Japanese festivals held down by the edges of rivers, hundreds of stalls (Toronto had maybe a dozen) selling all manner of grilled things, fireworks lighting up the night sky, children panning for goldfish, and people enjoying beer. Sometimes I feel like I have come so far and other times I feel like I have gone so far. Strange journey I have undertaken, which has, for this afternoon at least, left me melancholy.