For years, Reba and I have been talking about taking the train to Winter Park for the annual art festival. This year we finally did it. I used to go to every year since a neighbor of ours was an artist who exhibited every year, and for a few years, my sister had a booth. It got to be so crowded though that the traffic issues made it difficult and I hadn't been in years. It was much easier this way since the train station is adjacent to the park where the festival is held.

I didn't take a lot of photos while there simply because it is not really a good idea to photograph peoples art work. They get a little touchy and I can't blame them. However, about a block away from the exhibits, there was a little tobacco shop on Park Ave. This man was sitting outside rolling cigars by hand. It was very interesting to watch.