A small parade

The last week or so I've spent a lot of time with Dan and Andrew, who have told me all kinds of interesting things about gangs and bikers and bears.

However, here's something that has very little to do with gangs, bikers and/or bears:



Sorry, just had to put in a picture of a church! We went downtown to watch the mardi gras parade which signalled the end of the Jazz Festival exactly a week ago. Here are some pics that I took, but I gotta say that, again, pics don't really do it justice.



So when we arrived there were already some folks sitting on the sidewalk. In an hour or so things had changed pretty dramatically already:



Another 30mins or so of waiting and something started to happen.



Cars with gigantic heads and people on them. How dare they.



There were dancers too.



All kinds of dancers.



A brass band.



A crocodile.



Drummers. They made a lot of noise.



They really seemed to like big heads.



The cop with the scooter wasn't part of the parade. Or was he?



A gargantuan walking epileptic seizure inducer.



They were pretty creative. You name it they had it.



The dude next to the cow was doing the best Scooter imitation ever. Too bad he didn't shout anything, but I am fairly certain he would have had a German accent. Scooohtaaaaaah!



Oh look, it's The Cure!



Not a day in Canada without a furry.




This choir consisted of three cars like that full of people.



And then it was over. People flooded the streets and followed the parade to the Jazz Fest area for the final concert.



There was another 100k people to the right from here, but you can't see them in this picture.



However, you can see them in this picture.



This is a slushie. It is an evil beverage of pure, concentrated, baby-eating malice. It contains ice, ice, frozen water and ice. It's so cold that after drinking one you could just chill a week or two in hell without breaking a sweat.