This morning, a policeman had our street blockaded, for a parade. Latin music was blaring from someone's car on the street, and we turned around and drove the wrong way down our one-way street. Later, we saw a red white & blue parade float drive by with the word "Dominicano" on it, and more Spanish words I couldn't understand.
Later still, Scarlet told us that it must be Dominican Days, a celebration that happens every year in Jamaica Plain, where the Dominican population is one of the largest minority groups in the neighborhood. Last year, she tells us, people got stabbed & shot in JP during the festival, because the warring gangs from the Dominican Republic come together and fight at night.
The police officer on every corner in JP makes a little more sense now, as does our plan to stay in tonight watching movies.