I got you there. It is not actually carnival in Tokyo. Although sometimes I get the impression.
On my way to Asakusa I ran into a samba festival, which I – in all honesty – did not regognize as a samba festival at all. Maybe it was because I have no idea about samba. But maybe it was also because the first thing I saw were a bunch of dancing pizza bakers throwing frisbees coloured like pizzas. They were followed right after by those pieces of pizza themselves, also dancing.
In Germany, I’m living in Duesseldorf, famous for their own crazy carnival parades. I still did not feel prepared, I have to admit.