So, one thing I did not know about Seattle before moving here is just how weird it is.  And apparently I live in the epicenter of a certain bohemian, artsy type of Seattle weirdness.  For example, on the longest day of the year, they have a neighborhood parade with Goth/steampunk/hippie/swing bands and naked, painted cyclists….

Best parade-viewing spot:  beneath the troll bridge

Most people paint themselves.  Some, well, couldn’t be bothered.

Middle aged white people dancing with flags

Middle aged white people dong enthusiastic, jazzy marching band stuff

Maybe a polar bear . . . maybe a yak.  Who knows?

Kayakers, I think

To be honest, as strange as it was, the Solstice Festival was one of the funnest things I’ve seen in Seattle so far.  Totally unique, and lots of great, festive summer energy.  Plus, it was fun to have this going through my neighborhood.  We ran into a group of friends, and so once we’d had our fill of the parade, we went back to my house for an impromptu afternoon party on my roof.  It was delightful.  Happy summer!