These pics were taken from a parking area across the street, as things were being set up. It was going to be bigger and better than ever. But I did not go. Been there, done that. More than once.
This was a flour mill, once. It was a flour mill when I was a child.
When Wurstfest began it was poorly organized, randy, rowdy, and not especially family friendly. It was held in the basement of a burned out building downtown. There was a tendency for beer-sodden drunks to spill out into the streets. It is not at all like that today. It has not been like that for a long time.
More next time...
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