While most of us are caravaning over to Bethlehem for its over-commercialized and gaudy Musikfest, something magical is happening here in Nazareth. I stumbled out of my apartment today to see Main Street decorated by Martin guitarists. Some of are playing, others singing. Walking up the street, I see Moravian sugar cake selling for a buck. Samples of wine from Franklin Hill are also being offered. The two little restaurants on Main Street have extra tables in the street, and customers can eat good, inexpensive food while listening to the music.
Chairs are kept reserved for musicians to just sit down in impromptu sessions. No schedule. No tickets. Totally cool.
The celebration, which honors Martin Guitar's 175th anniversary, continues until 9 PM.