Crowded little town

This weekend, the town where I live is hosting a regatta. It used to be a prestigious event, now it is an excuse for drinking and to hold a fayre. It also means that the town gets very crowded, with plenty of people coming in for the weekend, dressed nicely, but mainly here for the booze. Yesterday evening I could tell it was that time of the year: there were tickets attendants at the train station, even though there is hardly a train station to talk of. The place was also swarming with police officers. The overpacked streets is already strange enough, but the police presence adds to the surreal feel.