St. Ann's Festival

Here is the church and here is the steeple. Open the doors and see all the people:-)




The promise of zeppoles (pronounced: zay-po-lee) and a 600 lb statue being paraded through the streets, led Matt and me to Hoboken, NJ on Sunday for the 99th St. Ann's Festival.



After noon mass, St. Ann emerged, carried down the stairs by the men of the church and then carried through the street by the women. A band led the procession. Matt commented that he felt like we were in some tiny Italian town in the 1950s. I agree. The festival was something special to behold.










The King Lives!!











After we followed St. Ann around the block, we had a procession of our own to the Eggplant Parm hero and Italian Sausage stands. Fantastic!


And then came time for zeppole. Silly us, we majorly underestimated how long the line would be and that when people order dozens at a time, it takes a while to make enough of these handmade creations. Nevertheless, we finally got our 6 zeppoles. Warm fried globs of dough covered with powdered sugar, how could you go wrong. Our only mistake was not wearing white shirts because we were basically covered in powdered sugar by the time we finished.