A four line poem about: the mask.
We had a pretty decent market this morning, much better than what we were doing at this point last year. It's nice to see lots of people still coming out, even though it's a bit cooler and the main tourist season has ended.
We're out of here bright and early tomorrow morning, so you're in for a week of scheduled posts. See you when we get back!
They're so certain,
They don't even ask;
They think they know me,But it's really just my mask.