When you say St. Matthew's Fair, some love it, some hate it. When I was a kid, Grandma and Grandpa took me there every year. And I loved it! I could not nap every time, as I was looking forward to get on the bus, which took us from grandparents apartment to the final stop Holešovice Station. I did not want to get on the tram because it had to wait in traffic and walking was much faster! We joind the crowds streaming from subway station and I was full of awaiting what attractions there are, which I am going to choose, if grandparents allow me to buy a balloon and a rainbow marshmallow. A brightly colored balloon! I saw the same excitement in the eyes of the other children, we underestood each other. But I did not understand why my grandparents did not share the excitement with me and they seemed to walk very slow every year.
When we went through the main gate, loud music played from every corner, happy children screamed at attractions, vendors competed in the invitations for the next ride, wheels of fortune and salestands were full of colorful stuffs, sidewalks were crowded and there was always a queue for any attraction.
Last year, we wanted to avoid the crowds and we took Ella to St. Matthew's Fair on weekday. We were there almost alone. The music played decently, attractions were almost empty, nobody competed for customers as there were almost none, at salestands and fortune wheel only bored staff stood and we were able to study a sidewalk in detail. There were no queues, we got comfortable to any attraction, enjoyed the ride and went on. Super? Well, not at all.
I looked at Ella holding my hand and saw, how bored she is. Absolutely no euphoria, no spark in her eyes, no desire to go from attraction to attraction. She visited St. Matthew´s Fair with my parents last year and was excited... and suddenly my childhood memories hit me. The St. Matthew´s Fair must be full of people, you must be drawn up into action and leave totally exhausted!
So this year I went there with Ella on the first beautiful Saturday. I took a deep breath, put her in the car and went off. It took us 45 minutes to get from Troja Bridge to the Fairgrounds. All parklots were occuppied, so we parked our car at Stromovka and walked through the park. We heard all the noise comming from there, Ella took my hand and shouted at me to walk faster. And I knew today she will experience the St. Matthew's Fair, which I remember from childhood myself. The true is, I understand my grandparents mood when I was a kid, now, but I do not care. It is not about me, it is about her now. I had wonderful memories and it is my turn to allow my doughter to make herown. My pleasure!