This week was one of those weeks that my camera had a little camera-holiday. It stayed in it's bag and had a rest. I was so busy haring around all week that I'm sure it felt all abandoned. Does that ever happen to you?
But then I woke up this morning with plans in my mind for the day and it was the first thing I thought of popping in my bag. And together we made up for the quiet week.
We went to a Vintage Fair in our hometown of Dun Laoghaire. It's really only up the road from where we are now but it's so rare that I'm in the town itself that it does always make me a wee bit nostalgic.
Here we are walking through Clarinda Park which is where myself and Jay had our first flat together. (Picture taken by My Only Girl).
The fair was delightful. And if I'd had money I would have come home laden. As it was there was too much to see, with a good portion of the crowd dressed for the occasion.
There was even a dance floor which was a real treat to watch. People who knew how to dance! It's a secret yearning of mine to be able to dance. Proper old-fashioned swing-your-partner like you were two parts of a single fluid entity sort of dancing. This sweet couple stole the show for me!
These next two pictures were taken by My Only Girl as well. I love the repeated stripes in this one. She's been dropping heavy hints about a cat for her birthday. Hmm...
I love this picture she took. I love her outfit, and the composition of her with Jay and The Smallest in the background.
And finally, I couldn't resist the evening light here. Oh how I'm loving the stretch in these evenings...