Too much junk, not enough noo

This is our quiet little stretch of Petronia west of Duval. OK, not so quiet Saturday, but still little, and it feels more so because of Goombay.

It's the Caribbean launch of Fantasy Fest, centered in Bahama Village. It started Friday, when the rain kept me away, and this is the view Saturday (Blogger was out all Saturday evening, so this is posted Sunday).

The arepas (corn kernels and cheese) and other street food -- lots of kebabs of everything from goat to chicken to gator -- smelled quite wonderful, but I noticed that the flies were dining ahead of me, so I settled for sesame chicken strips from Fausto's and called that street eatin'. OK, so I'm white bread.

At the music stage, they'd banned the drag guy, and the mics kept shorting out, so that was unpleasant.

The big junkanoo parade was scheduled for 6. I waited till 7:30 before I wandered home. Even whiter bread, I guess. I'd seen a few people I knew, but it's pretty boring if you're standing on a curb by yourself.

On a scale of 1 to 10, find a very low integer. Then you can halve it to yourself.