Good ole’ Fell’s Point… I love this little part of the city, and this weekend I was lucky enough to escape from work and attended the annual Fun Festival. This is the second year I have gone to this event, but I believe its been around for over 50 years. The town itself has so much pride in its history, and everyone in the area is always looking for reasons to celebrate it. It is family friendly during the day, with little shops and restaurants, then becomes an amazing party scene at night with their constant themed events and never-ending selection of bars and taverns. For this particular event, they block off all of the main street and set up vendor tents on either side of the historic, cobble stone roadway. The event itself is entirely free, which is always nice, but you do have to pay for parking. We didn’t end up buying anything at any of the vendor tents, but we did thoroughly check them all out. It was a good 80 degrees, and muggy from all the rain that happened earlier in the day. It didn’t seem like any of the festival was affected by the weather; the tents were still up, the crowd was massive, and the band was playing on the stage at the end of the road. Of course, being overly excited about fall, I wore an oversized mustard yellow sweater, jeans, and my favorite chelsea boots to this outside gathering. Not my brightest moment, but I do feel like I did my fall aesthetic justice in this outfit.
Seeing as I was casually having a heat stroke from all the walking, we popped into the local coffee shop to lavish ourselves in nice cold AC and public restrooms (better than the port-a-potties outside). I frequent the coffee shop, The Daily Grind, often to write for college, so I know its always a nice quiet escape. I definitely recommend the iced-mocha (the large is $5 even) if you end up stopping into the shop. It is always my drink of choice, and was very refreshing on this day in particular. From inside the shop, we could hear the band playing and sat for about an hour just taking photos and chit-chatting until we decided to head back down the cobble stone road to the Caroline Street Parking Garage and go home.
