It was the day of the annual parade in town. This is a traditional event that goes back at least three years. Crowds line the street to cheer gaily decorated floats and representatives of the local guilds bedecked in their ancient liveries. Street entertainers showcase their skills, juggling flaming scimitars whilst riding unicycles on stilts. Stalls groan with sumptuous sweatmeats and aromatic beverages, a feast to be shared by men of good will.
The rain held off, at least while we were out. Although it was pretty wet before and after, and drabbly grey in between. But it is good to see a town coming together, despite the best efforts of the weather, the economic downturn and Macclesfield's relegation from the football league last season.
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