On my way to visit some family last weekend, I thought it’d be fun to stop by a Sunday flea market that I grew up going to (probably sparked my love for all things vintage). Emmy and I could only stay for an hour (if that) because she felt the need to eat everything that was left on the ground to eat: discarded french friends, ends of a hot dog roll…a dog’s dream! I did manage to snap some pictures from our trip. I might bring her again, but then again, I’ll make sure it’s before lunch – less hot dog+french fry fodder!
Who doesn’t love an ice cream truck?
Fall produce already? Can’t say I’m ready for winter squash…pretty though!