And I spotted Banjo Dave, on his own this time, but still belting out those old-time tunes and giving people cause to tap out a rhythm. Good on you, Dave -- I'm picking mum was with you in spirit.
It was a magic day. People literally danced in the streets, others turned rubbish bins into musical instruments, and folk from all walks of life mingled as one community.
Although Sunday's weather wasn't as kind, town remained reasonably vibrant and only two events were cancelled -- a minor miracle given the hammering other regions had taken overnight.
Hopefully, today is more settled, and the remaining Vintage Weekend events are equally well supported.
Whanganui has a vibrancy that hasn't always been so apparent -- rejuvenation projects, river activity, a terrific arts scene, thriving eateries and cafes ... just about everywhere things are looking up.
In the words of one of this weekend's organisers, Sally Jane Smith: "It keeps getting better." And we have events like those that took place this weekend to thank for helping bring that about.
Whanganui is on one hell of a ride. Long may it continue.