Temescal Street Fair

Paul and I spent a luxurious Sunday afternoon at the Berkeley pool. We had plans to visit the Temescal street fair afterwards. When I suggested it was time to go, Paul said that we shouldn't hurry because it was probably going to be lame. What's up Debbie Downer? So when we got home I bustled off to the fair by myself. No need to taint my fun. I settled down to watch the band with a delicious scoop (or two!) of Lemon Lavender Sorbet.....

when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Paul had decided to put on his dancing shoes! 

Figuratively speaking.