Culture shock in Chesham

I was in Chesham for work yesterday and met up with my parents for lunch.

We walked through the pedestrianised town centre, past the midweek market stalls. We could hear music coming from the other end of the market, but because of the stalls and the Christmas shopping crowds, we couldn’t see where it was coming from. It sounded like some kind of folk music, but not familiar.

When we got to the far end of the market we saw them, between the war memorial and the coffee shop: a troupe of musicians dressed as native Americans – north Americans not ersatz Incas – complete with feather headresses and face paint, dancing and playing their pipes. The last thing we were expecting to see in Chesham.


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