Ah, that sounds like one of those charming tales that the town keeps in its little pockets of memory. I remember hearing about the first folk festival when I was a girl, right after the war. The town’s ladies’ knitting circle decided to put on a show, but they added a music night to it, and suddenly the whole community was out in the streets, humming and dancing. They called it the “Scarves & Songs” festival, and it turned into an annual thing that even people from the next town over would come to. There’s another one, if you like a good story. A decade later, a group of bakers wanted to prove that a good pie could bring people together. They organized a pie‑baking contest with music, and the night they shared a cake in the town square, they all decided to start a winter market that grew into the big holiday fair we have now. So you see, sometimes a simple idea—knitting, baking, a song—sparks a tradition that lasts. Just keeps you wondering what a humble thought could grow into, doesn’t it?