When I was a little girl my parents would take my brother and I to the "African Street Festival" July 4th weekend. Back then located in the field at Boys and Girls High School. A huge field with a track and football field in the middle. They would walk us for HOURS! And seem to know everyone there. Stopping to hug and a talk with friends, chat with vendors, watch the drummers and dancers, buy brass bracelets and food. Being a 46 year Brooklyn tradition over the years I would eventually work tables and assist with the sales myself. Its a genuine family experience.
These pictures are of my family and friends. I don't know all of their names and it really doesn't matter. We all cousins. I love us :)