I'm not going to turn this blog into "What I did on my holidays" but this one did give me pause for thought, so I'm going to do it anyway.
On Antigua we came across a carnival - crowds paved the streets, there was a steel band steel bandifying various hits.
Crowds lined the streets, enjoying the music.
It was only when we reached the front of the procession that we realised that this celebration was not, in fact, a carnival of any kind - it was a funeral. That's the hearse being followed by the mourners on the last shot.
On closer auditory inspection, the hits they were playing were things like My Way and Yesterday. But the atmosphere was still very much of a celebration of a life rather than a sombre acknowledgement of death. Not many funerals over here will ever be mistaken for a carnival by a tourist...