Actually I knew there would be nothing that will surprise. But I wanted to go nonetheless. I keep thinking, there might be something fun. There is a wonderful area on the upper floor that allows you to look out to a part of town that is dark green and low rise. There is so much potential to bring the carnival to town.
At the flea, all the stalls were manned by teenage girls selling clothing, and maybe it was a Sunday, but all the maids were sifting through tight-fitting tank tops.
There was no carnival.
Half a tail under the door. Almost everyday when we come home.