Forget its pious origins, the blowing off of steam before the Lenten fast. Carnival in Madeira is noisy and naughty and fun. It pushes right past Ash Wednesday into the next weekend.

The Allegoric Parade on Saturday night featured hours of dancing and prancing, each float and troupe more elaborate than the next. So many feathers, sequins and glitter! So many bare derrieres!

We sat at a cafe carved into rock, right next to the parade route, and our table was tucked away enough that we could stand up and bop to the music without disturbing those behind us. Midway through the evening, everyone was on their feet. Wait staff were dancing with patrons. It was impossible to sit still with samba pulsing, confetti flying and thousands lining the parade route along the Funchal waterfront.

With its international visitors and vibe, it can be easy to forget that Madeira has close ties to Portugal and Brazil. But not during Carnival time.