Today was laundry day. What joy.
I got an early start, intending to beat the madhouse that is the laundromat on Sundays. I intentionally took a different route so I could be on the look out for something (anything) worthy of a pic.
I spied one of the many old churches in town and stopped and took several pics.
I drove down a street I seldom have a reason to drive down and noticed a very pretty mural on the wall. Oooo! I never knew that was there! Of course more picture taking ensued.
As I neared the street where I normally turn toward the laundromat, I see that it's blocked off by barricades and there are two people wearing yellow safety vests. Oh dear, I wonder what has happened. An accident? A fire? When I get a little closer I see a police car is also parked across lanes just beyond the crosswalk. Alrighty then, obviously I'm not going this way to the laundromat.
I proceed to drive through the intersection when I spy the true reason for the street blockade.
Screech! Stop! Stop! STOP!
There, lined up and down the street, are dozens of vintage cars. I LOVE vintage cars. Art on wheels. Oh lordy, such beauty!
I was lucky to find a parking spot nearby. It was early, you see, and the majority of the spectators had not yet arrived. I grabbed my camera and joined the judges for an extremely pleasant stroll, visiting with all the lovely ladies. Such pretty faces they have...like this one. I think she looks quite flirtatious, as though she's about to bat those 'eyelashes'.
