As you walk down the street and feel the music under your feet, you can sense it coming . . .

Carnival is there, the rhythm rhyme and time have a steel pan beat and calypso heat, it's Carnival . . .

The crowd is dense and deep, but the music is loud and you can feel the beat echo through your sole . . .

The color and wonder stir within, waiting watching, taking it all in . . . It's Carnival

More to come . . .