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The streets were packed to the nines. Kids on skateboards or riding bikes, teenagers drinking, old codgers chatting.
People in cool looking costumes made out of paper water-cooler cups wandered around, getting compliments as they checked their Blackberries.
On one corner they did flashmobs in the street when traffic stopped, they gathered around these strong-looking photo booths and danced to a really cool DJ remix of AC/DC.
The environment creates a spontaneity that makes you want to talk to the person standing next to you for no apparent reason. It’s like carnaval in Rio — only fun.