Last May or so, we had a surprise visit from the circus coming to our neighborhood.
I say surprise, because nearly every event that happens is a surprise until right before it happens, or we are in the middle of it and we are surprised even more.
Life in a foreign culture is nothing if not stretching.
But in this case it was great.
Our friends called and said they saw a circus tent pop up that morning, and shows were at 1230 and 230.
It was just before noon, so we scarfed down our lunch and sped through the park.
After bargaining for a couple of kids getting free entry (they never know how to charge for multiple children since usually it’s just one), we got front row seats in a basic yellow one-ring tent.