Well, naughty things happen.
The celebrations have only just begun, but already make Notting Hill look like a Women's Institute Convention. The sheer numbers of people, sound systems, costumes and the appetite to have fun is something else.
Fairy wings, huge wigs, deely-boppers, you name it, it's walking the streets. Straight boys wearing dresses also seems to be part of the deal - on top of legions of transexuals strutting their stuff (why are there so many of the latter here?)
And I've seen more Amy Winehouse look-e-likies than you can shake a crack pipe at (that girl does export well).
Generally, wearing very little is the norm - and given how perfect the weather has been, and how perfect many of the bodies are, why wouldn't you?
Streets are closed-off across the city and huge sound systems blast out deep, infectious Samba beats, getting the crowds going. These mobile street parties, or blochos, are at the heart of the celebrations and are debauched.
Anything goes, and does, and no one bats an eyelid.
For about four days this goes on and of course it gets VERY messy - but that's Carnival.
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