an inturption

Last night walking through Ueno Park I heard sounds.  It is my usual course, from my studio at the end of a good day, to the pub on a Saturday night.  Last night my way was blocked by a  parade, rolling right down the main wide Ueno Hiokoji.

The group I saw first Japanese ladies, 50 of them in the same colored  yukatas, dancing a summer festival dance, with a big loud speaker pulled out in front of them and a scratchy record playing a traditional Japanese song.  Next came the samba, drums and whistles and some very genki dancers on one of the hottest nights of the year.