As I stated earlier, our plans to head out of state were foiled. I suppose it was all for the best.
This picture is horrible (mental note: must work on photography skills), but here we are en route to the Portland Waterfront Blues Festival.
Somewhere beyond that blurred cluster of sailboats on the right was a grassy spot which we claimed as our own as we listened, next to thousands of sunburned others, to blues ... for charity.
After engaging in more sunbathing than I had planned and then simultaneoulsy realizing that I forgot to bring more sunscreen, we went across the river to snack on sweet crepes and Aranciata.
The end (of a lazy Saturday).