Doing the Sardine Dance at the Art Festival

We went to a local art festival last weekend. The most memorial part was stumbling upon this band, the Gypsy Funk Squad. They took the stage right after we got there. It was 90 degrees in the shade, but that did not stop a scattering of intrepid belly dancers from congregating on the dance floor lawn. 

The gentle jingle of their golden belts seemed a little incongruous in the humidity but I could not have loved it more. 

I think our guests for the weekend were pleasantly surprised by the diversity of entertainment available in the wilds of New Jersey. The beer might be basic out here but appreciators of music are deeply unafraid to just do their thing.