It lasts all day, a masquerade with banjos, feathers and sneakers spray-painted gold. Sometimes raunchy, other times glamorous. Think burlesque on the street, marchers strutting with a parasol in one hand, a beer in the other.

The day belongs to electricians, longshoremen, plumbers and cops. And the streets rumble under the heels and toes of grandfathers and grandsons busting loose together.
Everyone has worked so hard and waited all year for this. One day that is theirs. This is Philadelphia. Tradition. Competition. Celebration. Welcome to
the Mummers Parade!