Is it four lines of prose Friday again already? Oh, it is. I see. Well then, here's your topic: stubborn.
All set for another market tomorrow morning. Should have more pictures to share when we get back.
The park was crowded that day, but all eyes were on a single individual. The woman at the picnic table next to us was sitting sipping a fancy drink that held at least three dangerously sharp umbrellas, apparently oblivious to being the center of attention.
Well, I suppose that's not entirely accurate.
The true source of our fascination were the three children passed out at her feet, who'd decided that they were going to hold their breath until she gave them their Frisbee back.