By noon the clearing had filled: families with children sun-kissed from river swims, elders with wide-brim hats and walking sticks, travelers who had detoured here to trade stories for fruit. A loop of tannin-dark water glinted below the embankment where teenagers were already daring each other into the current. The portable stage was small, no higher than a picnic table, but adorned with colorful tapestries, woven from abandoned fishing nets, and strings of hand-painted discs that shivered in the breeze.