Options for getting to the street festival in the next suburb: We could drive there then spend half an hour trying to find somewhere to park, we could catch the train, we could ride the bikes then worry about where to leave them locked up, or we could walk. We walked.
Seemed to have stalls from every conceivable community group and childrens’ entertainer. A dozen different kinds of foods, Chinese, Vietnamese, Greek and Mexican. Three stages of music, ranging from the very cultural up one end, the partly cultural about a third of the way down the road, then doof-doof yoof moozik at the far end.
An interesting observation while having a lunch of rice-paper rolls and satay chicken sticks; a dozen caucasian people walked past eating an assortment of asian foods, then half a dozen asian people walked past all eating McDonalds’ fries or greasy chicken shop fries.
