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La Feria de las Flores began with Desfile de Silleteros (a flower parade) in the 1950′s, and has evolved into a 10-day festival with a myriad of events and parties to suit every paisa in Antioquia.
I met up with my friends Troy, Christine and Drew at a metro station close to the parade route. We were roughly on time for the start of the parade around 2:30 pm, but in no way did we take into account the fact that people were gathering hours ahead of us.
When we got as close as we could to the parade, we were still far, far away from being able to see anything that was going on. Not only was there a street between us, there were two thick rows of people standing on their toes as well. Troy and I wanted good photos, while Christine and Drew wanted footage for a video documentary they were filming.
The manner in which these large flower displays are carried is reminiscent of the way sherpas in Nepal carry heavy loads up the mountains. I felt some empathy for them, however at the same time, I had a feeling it was a source of great pride to walk in the parade.
After standing around for awhile, Troy suggested we do what it takes to get good photos. Troy, Drew and I then proceeded to duck under a fence, which gave us immediate access to the blocked off street that ran parallel to the parade. Now we were getting somewhere, but there were still a lot of people between us and the parade. The smart ones had climbed up trees to get a clear vantage point.
As we walked, and occasionally stopped to jockey for photos, we met Robert, an American who was also trying to capture the parade on video. He joined our crew, and we continued onward. Despite our best efforts, uninterrupted photos of the parade were hard to come by, so Troy and I turned our focus toward the pedestrian-filled street we were on instead.
When we’d reached the intelligence building, it appeared we were near the end of the parade, so we doubled back to rejoin Christine.
Close to where we began, there was a bridge over the parade route which was under construction. Troy noticed a TV crew up there, and before I knew it, we were talking to a young army guy about accessing the bridge to photograph the parade.
It didn’t hurt our case that there was roughly $15,000 in camera gear being flashed between the four of us.
Atop the bridge, we had the perfect views we’d sought the whole afternoon. We snapped photos like crazy, and heard the occasional call of “gringo” from the people in the stands below to our right.
At one point, Troy egged them on by trying to get a competition going between the Colombians on the left side of the street, and the ones who’d paid for bleacher seating on the right side (the approach I’d recommend).
The sun was once again setting as a parade for La Feria de las Flores concluded.
The whole festival turned out to be a wonderful experience, and display of traditional Antioquian culture. I highly recommend checking it out if you’re in Colombia in late July/early August.