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We moseyed on down to the Annual Suburban street *Festival* With Go Carts for the kids,
Carussel rides, a small New Market, and plenty beer drinking sessions under huge
white tents, including loud music. We didn,t stay very long, as it was extremely
boring and not entertaining at all.
The only amusing sight I saw, was a couple of Swiss men dressed in the Scottish Kilt and
Doc Martins. In fact I took a sly photo of one
Kilt wearing guy, but the pic was not satis-
factory, he was sitting at the Bar, and the
skirt looked more like shorts, and we didn,t
stay long enough to snap another guy sporting his Kilt.
Instead we took a walk down to the Rhine River, there,s always a cool breeze and shady trees to sit under. It was much more fun to watch the Ferry taking people over to the
opposite side.

The sun was beaming down on us, and Fuzzy Pooch was hot and bothered and not willing

to *Star Pose* for me, but I managed to get a pic of her relaxing along the shady leaves

of the Virginia Creeper (see tongue)

It was so hot out there, even the young Crows had their beaks open.