They closed the street that is the main drag of our neighborhood (it just happens to be old Route 66 – how cool is it to live a couple blocks off Route 66?) and had a Performing Arts Festival. We had lots of performing arts groups out tabling – some I knew and some I didn’t. And had a stage set up and a long list of performers. We got there early, grabbed some gelato and settled into our seats. It was a great evening – and then we went home to watch West Virgina beat Colorado – Gooooooooo Mountaineers!
Flamenco Dancer
