The crowds were brutal and, as is more and more the case, a number of people brought their dogs. (Because dogs enjoy art so much—?) I saw one poor dog snap at a man who brushed by him. The dog's mortified owner apologized profusely and kept repeating, "he's never done that before." Can't imagine the dogs were enjoying the crowds any more than I was. There are some places dogs don't belong. (Don't get me started about the folks who bring their dogs to Home Depot . . .)
That's Ray wandering among some wonderful kinetic sculptures. The parts turn slowly in the breeze. Across the street is the US Customs House, one of the grand old government buildings up toward the end of the Park Blocks.We didn't buy any art, but we walked downtown from there, got a cold coffee beverage and managed to find a few things at Meier and Frank's (soon to become Macy's) Labor Day Sale—another Labor Day tradition!
What's up with the dog thing? I see more and more on the ferries, having a stroke at the seagulls sailing above the tourists and I nearly choked when I saw a woman pushing a baby stroller containing 2 bulldogs through Nordstroms.
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