They did the gay pride parade on my birthday yesterday. So of course we went to join the festivities. But not before making a tour of the botanical gardens where we saw oodles of flowers, including this new flowering anus plant.
Then off to watch the parade, I insisted on ice cream. It was rocky road, which is called Delice Royale up here.
The parade was as in years past - colorful, energetic and replete with men wearing dresses or just underwear.
Once the parade had ended, we joined the masses in the village and made our way to Sky. The beer was quite refreshing, the mass of humans claustrophobic.
We strolled around for a couple hours people watching and sipped on a Red Bull. (Caffeine soda.)
I wanted to get away. Four hours of ogling was my limit. Poor Serge who wanted to stay, reluctantly followed me home where we enjoyed a (tranquil yay!) martini on our patio.
Then we walked to an Italian place we've been wanting to try near our house. We had what's pictured below with carpaccio and veal marsala. It was divine.
Here's a (lame) vid of me opening my present from spouse in the morning.