It's half-past ten (or early morning for English-language teachers) and floats line up in front of my flat:
The street shows begin. Star guest: that bloke who sang Oh Chihuahua. He sings it. Twice.
The alcohol ban means a great time's had by (almost) all.
Some take advantage of the money making opportunites:
While others just hang around:
Or call home.
The parade finally kicks off with some cat people waving balloons.
And as always, the Hare Krishnas are close behind: