Whether you’re in a grandstand or squished between a family from Japan and a man in a top hat, the experience is spectacular. The bands play, the horses neigh, and if you’re lucky, the King will look directly in your direction—and you’ll wave like a fool for the next ten years.
And if you don’t get a ticket? Watch it on TV. It’s the same parade, but with better close-ups and no chance of rain ruining your hair. Sometimes the best seat is your couch, with a cup of tea and the remote in your hand. Cheers to that.
