Yesterday we tried again for the Asian Festival, this time trusting to Marta to avoid the nightmarish (nonexistant) parking at the Botannial Garden. Aaron opted to stay home, so I escorted Ben and Bonnie and helped them detangle the transit system.

Well, Marta being what it is, it took us over an hour to get there, but we had a nice time. I got hennaed, ate purple flavored ice cream, made batik and origami creations, played the Taiwanese drums, and banged a magic gong.

Pictures here!