We took in a farmer's market held in an old brewery. It was so crowded we had to split up in order to get around. It's just too hard to keep a large group together in that kind of a situation. Afterward we took a walk along the water.
Outside one of the museums was a model boat/playgound for children to play on.
They crawled and climbed and didn't want to leave to continue our walk.
Fortunately some beaver tails cheered them right up. (The one on the left is maple butter, the ones on the right are cinnamon sugar.) We sat on a bench and ate while listening to some buskers playing the fiddle. Izzie (of whom I didn't take any pictures) attracted a surprising amount of attention. I guess she's just that cute.
Yum!We had to say good-bye to Chris, Julee and Sam and it was sad to see them leave. The exciting part is that now Ben actually knows who Sam is, and remembers.
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Busker. . . .Not a word you hear in Oklahoma. I had to visit Wikipedia to find the definition.
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