Three dancers, and my favorite dog. Somehow all the floats didn't make for the best images - although there was a great assemblage, from veterans to rodeo riders to law enforcement to health workers to the O'Keeffe museum to car dealerships to the Audubon society: they had a huge hummingbird on top.
It's 27 years this week since I first came to Santa Fe, and 27 years since my first Pride on the Plaza - this time round seemed a great deal more flamboyant. I certainly don't remember any stilt dancers or hummingbirds. But there again - pre Covid, there was a march, not, so far as I remember, a procession of decorated cars (with, indeed, vintage cars and low riders among them). An awful lot has happened to me in those last 27 years ...
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