I was going to post this yesterday but I was sick in bed and stuck out in the outskirts of town so I really had no personal feel for the celebrations. Now though, while still not terribly well, I am downtown, next to the courthouses where the Revolution was proclaimed and some of the first serious fighting started. Men, women and children are waving the new flag, cars are honking rhythmically, fireworks are going off and everyone seems to be having a great time.
Apparently the National Transitional Government had not intended to have a formal holiday in memory of the thousands who died but popular opinion nixed that idea, as anyone could have foretold, so today was indeed a holiday making up for the fact that the actual anniversary fell on a Friday.
This will not be a long or comprehensive post since I am still under the weather and have to get up early. Below the orange croissant I'll give you some of the impressions of the city that I jotted down over the first month for friends and family, edited of course for a public forum.