I took this shot and since the foreground was in shadow, the people were nearly undetectable. I sent the pic to serge to see if he could use his mad photoshop skills and this is what he came out with.
(I tried to put this before picture next to the other one, but I'm not html literate.)
We went to the old port yesterday to see the reenactment of a public market in the 18th century. On the way there, it was quite hot and we sought out the shady sides of the streets. Upon realizing that most of the shops were air conditioned, we kept popping in, especially the galleries, and cooling off. I kept being aghast at the prices. They want four grand for what looks like would happen if you let a baby crawl around a canvas with paint on its knees. I was more impressed with the still lifes that looked like photographs but weren't. Wouldn't it be wonderful we asked ourselves, if we didn't care about price and could just come in and pick out our favorite pieces and bring home to put up. Of course, Dan pointed out, that it wouldn't mean as much as if you had spotted a piece, saved up for it, and then went down to purchase it.
At the public market, they had all kinds of weird things. People making candles and soap and clogs and yarn, others making spruce beer and berry spreads. I ate cheese from sheep's milk. I believe that's a first for me. Here I am in the old fashioned hand cuffs.
Because it's a touristy part of town, there are a lot of souvenir shops, and one of them had a bunch of funny aprons. Dan bought this one but refused to model it. Serge obliged me.