It was our last night in Chiang Rai and we wandered the streets of the city searching for something sweet. Something that I’ve found us doing often due to Kristin’s sweet tooth. As we turned the corner a few minutes from the clock tower, we encountered a small crowd of people strolling under bright lights in Flag and Lamp Park. Because we happened to be in town during the city’s annual flower festival that’s only on for a few weeks in the end of December to early January.
We had heard that it was happening, but come on – how interesting can a flower festival be? Turns out, it’s well worth a trip. We strolled around the fairyland amongst the locals and admired the mist fall slowly over the freshly planted, enchanted gardens. Trimmed neatly and placed deliberately. After seeing this, I’ll admit in the manliest way possible… flowers can be really beautiful. Maybe I’ll take up gardening when we get back to Chicago.