Wednesday, September 8, 2010

When you can't go on a journey...

Sometimes there's no place like home. Rastaman, dancing cops, hot dog stands, a wolf in the fountain (a real hot dog???), barefoot musician. Just another day in the 'hood. So when I can't go away, I try to look around. It's amazing what you can find. Of course this was during the West Indian Day Parade. I couldn't stay long enough to see the wild dancers and the floats, but it was nice, no matter what. Great jerk chicken, rice and peas! And you shoulda seen the NYPD Caribbean band!!!

1 comment:

  1. Great photos! It's so true that we can find a story in any place. Sometimes I make the mistake of overlooking home, but it may have the most gems of all.