A sultry day at Market. It must have been a skillion degrees-well maybe a million. Anyway, cool breeziness prevailed under my gigantic maple tree.
We had an interesting band-actually a one woman band. She played this contraption with strings and a hand crank. It sounded great-and she also had what looked like walnut shells attached to her shoes, so that she had a percussion section. The crowd enjoyed her music, rewarding her with copious applause.
The gang from S.I.T (the School for International Training) showed up after noon, and we were treated to the sounds of several languages being added to the regular Market mix.
All in all, it was a perfectly pleasant and happy day at Market. Later. Rara Avis
The S.I.T. gang. They always get a kick out of Market.
Fresh bread in the hot sun.
Some people light up at the sight of a camera.
There she is with the musical gizmo. Is that a hurdy gurdy?
And here are her musical shoes. Can't sneak up on anybody wearing those things.
Courtney's tomatoes.
Millers never tan. That's Papa Read with Daughter Martha, and Auntie Sue (with the cool shades).
The sand box is popular.
Solving the world's problems. That's my coffee in the background.
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