Why I can never leave the city, part 853: the joy of running into a random parade on a Saturday morning. This was apparently a Lions Club parade, with thousands of marchers from most U.S. states and many countries, stretching from the library on Boylston Street all the way to the Common. I don’t know much about the Lions Club, but everyone seemed to be having a really good time.

A view of Boston Common. A group of people in the foreground are holding down a large inflatable snowman balloon, part of a Lions Club parade.