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This documents Cape Town's annual "Coon Carnival", held on January 2 throughout the streets of Cape Town. My friends and I parked in Bo Kaap to watch the minstrels parade by. This carnival lasts for twelve hours, as the clubs parade through the streets of the CBD three separate times while on-lookers snap photos, smile, wave, laugh, and dance along to the amazingly loud sounds coming from each band. All brass instruments welcome! I'm glad we took the day to go to town, have a lovely lunch (thanks to sweet Elizabeth), and see the klopse. I still remember my first year in cape town, i so badly wanted to be colored like all my friends in capricorn, and i was introduced over the christmas holiday to the klopse. I stood on the sidelines of Lavender Hill watching the clubs rehearse. All i could make out was a deafening sound of instruments, a blinding array of shiny clothes, and a joy welling up in my heart. To me, the annual parade embodies so much that i love about cape c...
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