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It turns out that I was right (as always): Pride was more subdued this year. I had a lovely mid-morning coffee and brioche at a delightful new bakery that's just opened in the Westerpark with a colleague and his husband today, and they were telling me that Pride changed organizer this year. Until about a month ago, people weren't sure if it was going to go ahead, and given that many of the float-boats take up to six months to plan, the number of entries had dropped from 100 to 50. However, the party at the homomonument was still going strong at midnight, with lip-synching drag queens keeping the party spirit alive. Brava!