The Asakusa sun soaked streets were bustling with fellow revelers,albeit a slightly more silver haired crowd than I had anticipated, and it took some time to negotiate the throngs and clear way for the thongs. However, when it finally kicked off, the plumes and rhythms were dazzling and sublime, in the way that only the lazily lilting sway of a samba. A samba. A samba can be… and when I closed my eyes I was in Rio! Asakusa Samba Carnival Arigato Gozaimasu! 浅草のサンバカーニバルでした♪ /新宿インストラクター Martyn S