Something about this image rings true for me. The street is almost empty. Confetti is being blown around by the wind, and there are some firemen packing up an old hose behind the bank. And then there is this great sound of the horses constant whinnying (they seemed agitated) echoing off the buildings. To me, this, more than anything else, feels like the spirit of fiestas past.
Tagged: fiesta, after the parade, santa barbara, horses, whinny, echo, confetti, riding home, old santa barbara, august in sb