Just remembered that the time is nearly upon us for the Dancing of the Giglio. Not just another Catholic street fair, it's your chance to stand in the sweltering Brooklyn sun and watch a village ritual that's supposedly medieval in origin but is clearly rather older and somewhat pagan (not to say humorously phallic) in its characteristics.

After the guys who lift the thing -- and a cool little oompah band -- have exhausted themselves making it thrust frenetically as they parade it down the street, you'll share their proud enervation. (Oh, yeah, the schedule info is here.)