The Carnival of Culture is in town this weekend. Three days of international stalls and stages taking over a neighborhood in Kreuzberg plus a parade on Sunday. We worked very hard to meet up with Daniela and Liam for the afternoon to see the parade. Picture a San Francisco Gay Pride Parade on steroids without the hoards of volunteers picking up garbage and fixing traffic flow issues and you've about got it. We headed for the center of the parade route two hours after it started and the parade hadn't yet gotten there. The newspaper showed a 12:30 start time and a 9:30 finish! Can you imagine playing a drum for that long? So I lost patience standing in a crush of people waiting for the first band to come, as any sane individual would. After 30 minutes of actual parade, I was ready to go.
We took what refuge we could in the carnival area at a beer cart. The kids entertained themselves playing with a leaky hose next to an electrical box. Really.
Then the rain opened up. Scared off a bit of the crowd, but we decided that it would be a short-lived shower and worth sitting out. Greta hid under the table.
Daniela was smart enough to bring an umbrella. I'd have been smiling too.
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