Yesterday morning, as we were making our way through Soho, we caught a glimpse of the San Gennaro festival on Mulberry Street, to Kina’s evident glee. Loyal readers will recall that Kina is a staunch supporter of all Italian saints feasts—most notably what Williamsburg folks call “the Giglio”, where Kina is a minor celebrity. So for the rest of the day, then, following her discovery of the existence of the San Gennaro feast, she pestered us to make our way back, to which we consented.

Later in the day, after returning home from various playgrounds, Kina immediately went to her room to select her costume—a sparkly blue wizard outfit, complete with pointy hat. She wore that outfit for the next several hours, on the train, as we walked down Mulberry (in which the presence of her pointy hat kept her from being trampled), on my shoulders down the rest of Mulberry (during which several thousand attendees swooned in amazement), on the unusually rickety ferris wheel, and on the stoop of the building where we ate our sausage and peppers.

The feast was busy. The outfit was a total hit. The sausage was okay. We were happy.

Laurea took great pains to draw the ferris wheel in full color this morning, and then Kina put poop stickers all over it. This feels like a metaphor.

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