Those “friendly Dealers” were not so friendly anymore, at least not to each other. It is survival of the fittest and I haven’t seen a fit Dealer yet! What a mess, one cart tipped, a Dealer tripped and a box of “Blue Noses” dumped out on the floor. Furthermore, Edith Cavell was not there to rescue the fated schooner. Perhaps a “Klondike Gold find” for the janitor. Do you think?
On our way south to Miami we made frequent stops at one antique shop and another, a pawn broker and then a flea market. At all of these stops, there was nothing of significance in relation to postcards or covers.
In the late afternoon, my buddy who was driving the rental car stopped for a bite to eat.
A quick snack let’s say.
Another Big Mac for me, and of course from “grass fed” beef.