When we lived in SF, we were blocks away from the start of the St. Patrick's Day parade. I love going every year and seeing the horses with four leafed clovers tattooed on their butts and seeing the pack of Irish Wolfhounds all dressed up in funny costumes.
Though it's not a quick walk up the street anymore, it is a quick drive - so on Saturday we decided to head up for the day and experience the festivities once again. No beer or Irish Carbombs for me this year - Sláinte!
|A mini top hat!|
|We couldn't have left without a Papalote burrito :)|