This Louisville Love is kind of a cheat. The Cherokee Triangle Art Fair falls under my 16th Louisville Love, Derby Season. Even though it’s right at my doorstep, I barely spend any time at the actual fair. But even though we grumble about parking, I love that for a weekend, a festival comes to my neighborhood.
Every year, the Squallis Puppeteers open the art fair by marching down Cherokee Road, with drums, horns, and maybe a xylophone. I like to take a break from running around, preparing for our art fair brunch to watch the mini-parade. For three of the four years we’ve lived in this apartment, we’ve hosted a brunch during the art fair. The first year, only two people came, and the spread was small. The spread and attendance have grown each year.
Maybe I’m actually confusing missing the art fair with missing art fair brunch, but the two go together for me. I always enjoy brunch, but people-watching from the balcony while drinking a Bloody Mary is even better. I would never have known that someone in Louisville owns a goat named William had he not been on our corner during the art fair. And once everyone is full of waffles and mimosas, they can wander through the fair and buy brooms and letter openers (the only items I’ve ever bought at the fair besides food).
Though I may not buy art (or even look at much of the art), I really do like the art fair weekend. I’m always a little sad Sunday evening, listening to the poles clanging as volunteers break down the booths. Cherokee Triangle Art Fair, I will miss you.