As usual I had forgotten all about Vesak. I was just sitting down to a late breakfast when I heard music and drumming out on Somerset Street. I dropped the butter knife, grabbed a camera, and ran out to see what was up.

Here are some faces from the parade. Many of the marchers were wearing toques. Each group had its own colour of toque. (Well, it is kind of cold for a day in May.)

A fellow Nikon user. He’s embedded in the parade.

No toque.

And here’s Miss Buddha’s Birthday riding on a float with the little Bodhisattva himself.

There goes the parade. I love my neighbourhood!

Oh, Happy Mother’s Day too.