Museums day

Today was a day of museums.
And yet, we played in the courtyard of the Templar Museum for live music. And then near the New Castle, we met Aridan - the club of Slavic martial arts, near the Old Castle - historical reenactors, and next to - shooters and familiar musicians.
Only then do you in principle understand that since the city is small, then you will necessarily know at least someone, and more often the backbone of these companies.
And it happened. People change, but you still know approximately who you will meet and what you will see in their companies.
Today there was a lot of gray sky and dampness. We walked along the streets, danced with the reenactors, clapped their hands, knocked on the drum and played on the bagpipes.
And in the evening we gathered in the park with the fire-makers.
And when you sit on the grass, near you a kerosene lantern, and around many familiar-native people, you think about peace and happiness.
What is happiness?
It's when you're free and do not think about anything bad.
Probably, this is when in a park in the center under live drums and bagpipes without any rehearsal, you dance to this music amidst the fire. There is nothing more than these fire in the eyes and bagpipes.
and then the police comes and warns that if we do not stop - now everyone will be dispersed.
And above the head only the sky ... and the drums are hitting harder, and the fire is speeding up and on the last chords everything goes blank. and there comes a silence and a twilight.
And then the clock on the church beats midnight.
There is something magical about this all. And go in the last trolleybus three together in one seat and continue to sing Irish songs.