Kinds Of Dragons, China and Adzel On Earth last year.
This year: dragons, dancing, music and food. A guy was selling what he did not want to call waffles so I told him just to call them Hong Kong waffles. Many of the performers are not Chinese and I met several non-Chinese friends in the crowd.
Yesterday, I anachronistically joined forces with the Industrial Workers of the World in picketing a cafe while other comrades went further afield to demonstrate about more global issues.
Back home, I am just 100 pages away from the end of Alan Moore's monumental Jerusalem. It might not be possible to formulate an over-all assessment of the book. The earlier chapters now seem like a different novel.