The cirus was in town and I had to go and see the parade. I got yelled at from the Red Cross volunteers for not standing on the other side of the barricade of the watering station and then told by a woman she was saving space for her friends, who never showed. (Clowns I tell ya.) Afterwards, wandered Bastille Days, had some garlic beef skewers, browsed through the vendors, and people watched. It was a perfect day to be outside.
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