I had some time this morning and got to spend an hour or two walking around down town, around the area the the convention is at.
This little piece of paper caught my eye....
It gave me quite a laugh...
And you know me, once the camera is out I'm incorrigible.
The city is quite pretty to me. I'm definitely from wood-built-building country. Everything here is brick. The sidewalks, the buildings, and many old woolen mills along the Merrimack river.
And from time to time, you come across these wonderful manhole covers:
Aren't they just wonderful? I don't think that they custom ordered them just for the quilt show, but there's some lovely Grandmother's Flower Garden Variation stuff going on there.
Oh, and I found a little remnant of times past in a back alley not to far from our hotel. Just imagine what this sign must have been for...a dance hall? A movie theatre? A roller rink?
Who knows. Once you go up the stairs all there is is an empty lot. Kinda sad.
I did it again. Hopefully this is the last time.
(I know my parents are probably cringing right now, thinking, "why couldn't she just bring back a t-shirt, like everyone else?")