Mark your calendar for next year's festival! Although streets were crowded and parking nonexistent it was a remarkable day of cultural experiences. (Leave your car at home: BART is a block from the heart of the festival.) I arrived in time to hear drums beating and saw turkey feathers over the heads of the crowd. Turned out to be Aztec dancing--hypnotic and moving. Elaborate costumes--men's more elaborate than women's, 3-4 foot tall pheasant/turkey (?) feather headdresses. Music: drums, dried seed ankle bracelets, blowing of conch shells, rattlers. The food was good--dozens of push carts with the expected fresh fruit, corn on the cob; booths selling everything imaginable including pambasos. Amazing variety of altars--from Sesame Street ofrendas/offerings to Jim Henson to more traditional. Bought sugar skulls from a woman who had only been making them for two years but had learned from her mother who learned from her mother and so on. Wide variety of art (and junk) for sale.