... and I go to the mailbox.

A yearly trip, like pilgrims to the holy land, we went to the Fairhope Art Festival. A festival to end all festivals. A marvel of festivals. Did I buy anything? Do I EVER buy anything? no. But we go. None the less.

It is merely an opportunity to take pictures. And people watch. And enjoy the beautiful day.

"Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Nicole Krauss, The History of Love