Here’s one of the lions. There were three altogether.

The cops escorting the parade were riding on these little ATVs and showing off. I guess that cop in the back was trying to get me to move out of the picture that their photographer wanted to take of the cop in the front.

Too bad! I got my picture. They can be in mine if I can be in theirs, that’s what I always say.

Then I walked back home and snapped a few pics on the way. Here’s a chicken you could buy for $8.99, feet and all.

I think it’s funny how someone has gone around pasting photos of a bald man over top of various things in Chinatown, such as this window painting at the Kowloon Market.

I don’t have any information about this prank. Is it the bald man who is pasting himself onto everything, or is it someone else?

I doubt if it was the bald man himself who drew a cock and balls onto his forehead. Or is that what it is? It’s very misshapen. It must be something else. But what could it be?

Back at home the Sky Pilot came down to play with Clint Eastwood.

Then I took the garbage out, and now I’m thinking of defrosting a few samosas. And that’s about it for my winter Sunday.

How was yours?