Two weekends ago, my friend and I were on our way into the city, when we saw lights in the distance from Bedfort Avenue (where we’d been eating Thai food). We walked down to the lights, and found a fairly large fair! I’d stumbled on this fair the year before, as well, but hadn’t known what it was. Apparently, it is the Feast of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and San Paolino, a 12-day festival that happens every July. That would explain all the Italians.

Entering the fair...

Crowds at the fair.

A pretty big fair, too - it spread off in all directions.
There was everything you look for in a fair…rides:

This ride spins everyone around very quickly.
…guys grilling meat…

Meat!
…women frying zeppole…

This lady was upset at me for taking her photo.
…patriotic frozen drinks…

Red, white and blotto!
…souvenirs…

Not sure what any of these are.
…tasteful novelty Ts for i bambini….

Pity the poor child.
…games, where you can win a half-dead goldfish in a Ziplock baggie…

Chuck's Live Fish
…firefighters, lest things get out of hand…

In addition to these firefighters, there were many groups of funny cops standing around, but they told me that if I took their picture, they would confiscate my camera.
…and garbage, without great piles of which no street fair in July in NYC would be complete…

Smells better than the zeppole!
…and finally, bizarre religious iconography!!

Giant, garish, totem-pole-like thing.

Man in a boat. (Don't be immature.)
Now, according to this video that my roommate found on Gothamist, these two religious icons are stars in a ceremony, in which they are lifted by gangs of fellows and danced toward each other, to the tunes of the Rocky soundtrack. Please watch the video – it is something else. Unfortunately, we did not witness this spectacle.
After exploring the street fair, we went out a-drinking in the East Village, after which we thought it would be good to get Pommes Frites. Apparently, everyone else thought so, too.

Mmmm...Belgian fries up ahead.
We couldn’t find a handy stoop to eat them on, but luckily the nearby Max Brenner’s was closed, and someone had left some of the tables out! We spread out our fare and felt very clever.

Sidewalk dining at 3:00a.m.! No wait.
The next night, I went to see Jigsaw Soul, a local band that always provides a giant, multi-media performance experience.

Jigsaw Soul

The audience.

The Jigsaw Soul dancers.

Shadow visuals.

Choreographed keg cup stacking.

One of several giant papier-mache bird heads.

More visuals.
After the show, we were famished. Time for shawarma and falafel!

Mmmm, gyro-loaf!
After that, it began pouring, so we went over to Washington Square Park to watch the band and friends play dodgeball in the fountain.

Rainy Washington Square Park.

Hipster swimming pool.

It's all fun and games till someone loses a contact.
The next day, I was pretty tired. I went for a long, lazy Sunday walk, over the nearly deserted Williamsburg bridge.

Bike and pedestrian lane.
After that, I ate a massive cup of ice cream, but I did not choose to document that with photographic evidence. A pretty good weekend, overall.