I stood in the middle of the walkway, surveying the empty carnival booths and bored carnies around me on Thursday night.
One hundred thirty-three hours.
“Show us your shoes!”
That’s what I remember most about Fiesta week as a child. The glittering royalty in the Battle of Flowers Parade were local celebrities, especially to us kids, and it was always entertaining to see the tennis shoes, boots, and slippers each woman was ironically sporting under her elegant gown.