Steve is taking all of the vitamins:
Jane is just along for the ride on this one.
Meanwhile, the city is currently in the throes of Fiesta/"Old Spanish Days," which manifests ambiently in the form of lots of little girls running around in flamenco dresses, confetti everywhere, and a massive equestrian parade + mariachis.
For the most part the parade participants dress up in spangly sombreros or white-person cowboy gear, but as my local informant said, "as long as you have a horse, anything goes." The most striking example was the matched team of what appeared to be a dozen Revolutionary War cosplayers, complete with Paul Revere manpurses. The donkey-drawn cart full of elderly Shriners was good, too.
(Is there any other kind of Shriner, practically speaking? Yes, the pictures on their website strive mightily to give the impression that their ranks are bursting with plenty of robust young things, but Shriners in the wild tend to look more like they are probably veterans of the Spanish-American War. The fezzes, though?