Trish and I set off to find a spot on the 40 km flower parade not far from our house/pet sitting base in Leiden. The weather was cold and all tourists were bundled up as a cold wind blew. The Dutch were much braver with lesser clothes and less headgear. We settled for the town of Sessenheim and we were joined by an American friend, Patricia, who we met last year in France. She suffers from a back injury and being single and foot-loose she told us that she might as well travel with pain than to sit back in New Orleans and feel sorry for herself.
The parade was dazzling. There was always someone in the crowd that recognized foreign accents. They were delighted to speak to us in perfect English.
Here are the pictures of a memorable evening.