Every Sunday these Japanese incarnations of Elvis gather at the east entrance of the park to preen and dance and strut. As hobbies go it's pretty harmless, except for the copious amounts of hairspray they expel into the environment and their lungs. There are different groups of Elvises (Elvi? Elven?) but they seem to co-exist peacefully enough, taking turns cranking up their boomboxes and gyrating in earnest imitation of the King's legendary moves.
The black tape on the boots is to protect them from the rough asphalt, if you are wondering.
