Chicago goes crazy in the summer and every weekend brings a new outdoor festival or two or three. Already this year we’ve gone to two new (for us) ones.
Above, the Puerto Rican fest is only a half mile from our apartment but this is the first year we made it over. Humboldt Park is a huge greenspace where they throw up some creaky-looking rides and fill the rest of the open area with lots and lots of food. We had to try the hanging meat (the man beside it is chopping some up for us). I asked what it was, but he didn’t speak very good English and I have no idea what he said–but it was delicious. And that’s me trying my hand at some sort or rolling ball race game. I lost. Twice.
Yesterday we went to the Pride parade in Boystown. It was outrageous and entertaining and for every man walking around in his underwear there was one in a fancy gown. Sadly, my pictures aren’t very good but some images are best left to the imagination.
EDITED TO ADD: Phil said I should share a few of my Pride pictures for those of you who can’t quite imagine them so I added several pictures, all of them of men. Enjoy!