What they call a Street Dance I call a parade. I wonder what they call a parade.
The light was bad, the wait between groups was long, I was tired and grouchy. I expect the photos show that.
The good news is that it finally dawned on me that if I give photos of the same subject similar names and then organize the album alphabetically it will be easier to use.
I forgot to reset the photo size when I uploaded them. I used a smaller size for the cell phone photos because the quality was too crappy to withstand anything bigger.
But the day wasn’t a total loss. I got to see:
A Giant insect
And the finest bong growers in the province.