But I will say one thing about this neighborhood which consistently brings a smile to my face -- they're always having parades. For no reason! About once a month, when its temperate, I'll hear the sound of drums and whistles, and I'll look out the window...and there'll be a motley, disorganized, noisy, colorful, laughing, dancing, tweeting parade going down my street! Girls in short skirts waving flags and doing cartwheels, costumed characters on stilts, at least three different marching bands, a drum brigade or two, and inevitably a parade dragon. Why? Why not!
Just now, a parade went by. I took a few pictures out my bedroom window. They're grainy and blurry, but then, so's the weather -- and THAT never stops the parade! They'll have a parade in the pouring rain here, if they feel like it!
These two stilt-walkers didn't stand still long enough for me to get a really good shot of them. I didn't know you could run so fast in stilts. :P
This was the fourth of five marching bands to go by.
I'm not sure what the thing on the wagon is, but it made a sound like fourteen hurdy-gurdys in a washing machine on spin cycle.
Can't have a parade without a garishly-colored parade dragon!
There it goes. G'bye, dragon!
A two man drum-caboose.