Another year has passed and the fair has come back to town. For a week the routine of everyday life stops to make way for Ferris wheels and roller coasters, greasy food stalls, pintoresque stallholders and cotton candy. Couples with kids come to enjoy the attractions and perhaps buy some cheap toys. At the same time the teenagers are moving back and forth looking for that girl or boy they like so much and hope to find next to the bumper cars. Everything seems different at the fair and, at the same time, it is the same. The teenagers who are kissing on the Ferris wheel today will take their children on a ride through a fair very similar to that of their youth tomorrow. The fair is a world in itself that we have all inhabited at some point and that concentrates what life is about. It is a place full of color and light but it is also a space where melancholy and nostalgia are very present reminding us that in a few days the fair will move to another city leaving us with the company of our daily routine. Since 2014 I have traveled through the fairs of several cities trying to capture this fair spirit, on the one hand, so full of life, and on the other hand, so full of nostalgia.