Yesterday was lots of street markets in Fredericton. Anita's immortal words about gypsies and hippies sticks in my brain whenever I see a market. its so true. Most of the art works they sell are terrible or over prices and they sell magic cures and potions. It's amazing that Christianity can be seen as so unbelievable but people will pay a complete knob of a stranger to rub their belly with a pink stone( rare naturally), swallow herbs and spices and a witches ear wax, deep breathe and open their 5th eye, eat stuff that is so deprived of any taste, colour texture or flavour and firmly believe it is earth's bounty on a stick and meditate to the tune of "she'll be coming round the mountain."
I was fascinated by the Mennonites and asked to take their photos. The young lad made it very clear that they did not pose and requested I included the produce in the photos, so I did. Their veges were popular. Not sure what the deal is with the men in the blue or brown shirts but it may be a maturity thing.
Joseph and His Amazing Technicolour Dream Coat.... Was held at the Playhouse in Fredericton Signa made her mum proud of course as she played the role of mrs Potiphar.
We got back to Quispamsis at nearly 2 am. Holy smoke. Jane's 86 yr old mum kept the tunes a coming but she is a soprano so the keys are a wee bit rough for me.
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