A Celtic Journey

This afternoon I took Troy to Maryland Renaissance Festival not far from Annapolis (feel free to click on the link in My Favorite Hideaways to see what it is).
Today they had an Irish Day there with lots of authentic music and dance, and I thought it would be good for Troy to see and hear original dance and music live.

We had such a blast - ahhh, what a day we had!
The first band, the Rogues, was awesome!
In White Hart Tavern, with only a roof but no walls, open to the public and the wind, four musicians, dressed in kilts, were playing Scottish and Irish gigs on a huge drum with a really enormous sound, a fiddle, and of couse, a bagpipe.
Needless to say, the crowd was cheering for them and everyone was dancing and clapping their hands.
I guess it's the rhythm of Celtic music and the voice of bagpipe that hypnotizes you in the best and the most magic and spiritual of ways.
Then one of the guys in the crowd, dressed in kilt and all, came out to the front and started dancing. He did not do anything undoable, but he had the moves.

My son was fascinated and started dancing the same way. When we came home, he was still dancing on the floor, in the tub, in the high chair and in the crib.

We also heard very nice Irish ballads sung by a nice looking Irish lady,

saw a gentelman, dressed in a Renaissance costume play a virginal (an early version of a harpsicord), which Troy absolutely loved,

listened with so much attention, and then clapped and laughed so happily, and a young guy playing Celtic melodies on a flute.
It was such an uplifting experience for both of us, but for Troy it was also extremely educational and so much fun, just like I meant it to be.