Honestness, drone, a sense of danger and a beautiful clashing of sounds; these are some of the aural delicatessen provided on the cornucopia of venues around the festival area. And of course the rhythm was the king, providing material to move the body and the mind. All kinds of traditional instruments were very well represented all around. There was this group of players demonstrating the possibilities of key violin. When all seven of them played, the richness of overtones was  truly amazing in all its glory.
Then there was a duo armed with bag-pipes from Latvia blowing out a beautiful drone. Three balalaika orchestras that let the nuances play beautifully, when lowering the diminuendo down to a whisper one could hear a pin drop. Of course that kind of thing is mainly only possible in a concert situation, outdoors it would have vanished to the wind.
And all the dancing! The whirl and twirl, beautiful choreographs , story telling courting numbers accompanied by musicians who are masters of each genre. Not surprisingly though because the were reacting to the dancers at least as much as the dancers were to their accompaniment.
Everyone got a chance take apart of this massive huuto katrilli turning into this marvelous moving and breathing mass of happy faces.
So everything was very much participation, singing around the bon-fire dancing wild dervish dances. And all this is fueled by a magnificent plentitude of volunteers, keeping things rolling smoothly, people fed and safe.
Our own three performances were on the small venues except for the one in S-market which was large but audience mainly very mobile.
Still we got a couple dancing at our night gig in Sivutupa and a French flamenco guitarist came to see two our performances. On the whole there was clearly a good feeling of people paying close attention.