The luck for our trip south this past weekend didn't end with Cincinnati holding a jazz festival. When we headed to Covington, Kentucky, we learned about the world's longest yard sale, it's starting point in Covington. Even if was the last day, there was no shortage of wares on display. A funky little town full of old architecture and cute boutiques, we did what any sane people would do. We shopped a little and grabbed a beer at the corner pub. I loved the sign in Mother's Tattoo Parlor. "No cry-babies."
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
When I visit a city, I like to make my way to the farmer's market. Findlay Market, Ohio's oldest continuously operating market, is never a disappointment, but we happened to hit it on Cincinnati's jazz festival weekend, which was total serendipity. As luck would have it, there were jazz musicians at the market too, which also meant no shortage of marketgoers. And a few freelance singers to boot.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
My husband and I were driving towards Cincinnati on Sunday for a photo safari with some friends when I texted my friend, Leann. We do this from time to time, just keep in touch in little ways. "May deep play be in your sights." she said, which completely stopped me in my tracks. Not that this isn't something she wouldn't usually say, quite the contrary, but it was just the right thing at the right time. And so those words framed my day. Though we were shorter on time than I would have liked, we made a priority of a few spots such as Findlay Market, which, if you know me, food is always pretty high on the list of priorities. You know when someone says something special that just alters your whole perspective? Yeah.
Monday, August 8, 2011
While the two pieces of advice might seem contrary at first, if you think it over a bit, it makes total sense.