I don't know why the Allentown Art Festival is such a well-kept secret. Then again, it took years for word of buffalo wings to spread from Buffalo, NY.
It had been over a decade since I had gone to Allentown. It used to be a yearly event for my wife and I. Imagine hundreds of artists, lining several city blocks with booths full of their work. Art at all levels. Everything from a $2 bauble to a $5000 painting. Much of it practical, much of it beautiful.
It is hard to adequately describe. Every town has an open art show. Yawn.
Miles of booths? Of art? Really? How many watercolors and pottery bowls can one person enjoy?
Let me put it this way: my daughter wasn't thrilled about the trip. She, too, thought it would be a bore. Well, she wandered into more booths than my wife and I together. There were hand-painted underwater scenes that, with polarized glasses, appeared 3D. That blew her away.
We only bought a few, useful items. A Corian cutting board. A pottery vase. Three photographs for the kitchen, depicting food.
Every year, we meet someone we know there. This year was no exception. We had dinner with some old friends, breakfast with others.
As a bonus, I bought myself a couple beer glasses at the Buffalo Brew Pub - where my wife and I had our first date. Nothing better than a Buffalo Lager, a beef-on-weck, and friends to share it with.