I took the bus home and arrived as the streets of the Fillmore were being washed from two days of the annual Jazz Festival. It is a little eerie seeing wet streets empty ... no buses, no cars, nothing but the occasional security guard informing a local that they can't turn left or right. You would think that the security fences would provide a clue, but people still have to ask.
On Saturday, Mark and Avis joined Frank and me for a day of music, food and the hunt for jewelery! The usual crafts people were in attendance as were the margarita vendors (which according to the beer folk were watered down). One of the things that stood out this year was the photography people and the pictures that popped off the canvas. The music was fun and eclectic.
The Sounds of the Fillmore
