Sometimes it’s more interesting on the ground than from the aerie. More pix at my Flickr site.
Carnivale from my window
Sunday started out with sunshine and blue skies, biting cold but with some warm colors starting to gather on the steps across from the apartment. 
…then, within two hours, it was Carnivale.
The big parade rerouted this year, passing directly beneath my apartment window. We organized a party and watched the 3 1/2 hours of floats, bands, costumes, and creatures roll past.
I’d done the parade from the street before, but the bird’s-eye perspective was really amazing.
Opening Carnivale
As I write this, a tall thin man in an orange jumpsuit makes his way across to the riverside while a brass marching band practices beneath my office window. Workmen are setting up tables to catch drink glasses, port-a-loo’s are being distributed around the city. Red, yellow, and green striped flags are fluttering everywhere.
In short, it’s Carnivale.
The event defies narrative description, unfortunately: it is just a whirl of color, music, and street parties day and night for five days. The opening parade is being held tomorrow with the raising of the Moose-Wife at 11, but the serious revelry got rolling last night.
