
There was a rock band -- very loud indeed.

The country genre boasted old men on a wagon -- "Old MacDonald" perhaps?
But the stars were the high school marching bands.


Often the moms trailed alongside.

Each high school showed its colors.


And the drum majorettes were strutting their stuff.

Hey kid, is that hat going to soar off without you?

There was plenty of joyful noise.
The marching bands, proud and amateur in the true sense of lovingly putting on their show, reminded me of the weekly parade in Cusco, Peru.
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I love marching bands. Even went to Victoria BC once to see/hear all the bands in their Queen Victoria Day parade. Thanks for the photos.
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