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Continuing our day downtown...

This was a pretty big farmer/merchant market a block away from the Pier. There were all kinds of things from food to hats, to pasta to several items pampering and catering to pets. There was a band playing and people dancing. I was sweating. We're going back soon.



Saw this license plate in one tent, and couldn't resist posting it on the blog.


Pioneer Park, a pretty place commemorating the people who first settled St. Petersburg.




Pictures from the Pier.



The Pier is a soon to be razed. It is a structure jutting out into the Bay. It's inverted pyramid design has been a city landmark for decades. But age and maintenance costs are too expensive and city leaders are studying new replacement ideas.



Peaceful, warm day at the Pier.



Double click on the picture and notice the spikes they put on the light bulbs to discourage bird-sitting.



We dined at the Central Avenue Oyster Bar and I ordered oysters on the half-shell, freshly shucked from Louisiana. I was apprehensive since this was my first raw oysters. I have to tell you, I liked them, a lot. Salty, fishy taste not too terribly different from the oyster stew my grandmother made. I liked it with a little horseradish sans cracker.


A quick trip to Three Birds where Brendan was just getting off work and had a couple beers. Fun day and enjoyed the outing.








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