There were crowds Sunday afternoon on 4th Street
for the
Annual Festival of The Arts & Crafts.
There were four blocks of booths
featuring the work of fantastic artists.
And in the middle of one street there was a stage.
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Well, sort of a stage. A microphone and speakers.
A set-up for a series of spoken word performances.
The Bloomington Storytelling Guild was one.
Patty started us off with an Irish tale.
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There was a nice shade for the audience, although more stood than sat.
Many folks browsing the fair stopped for a minute to listen.
We loved the overcast sky that gave everyone a respite from the recent heat and sun.
Mary even led a cheer for the thought of rain later on, while her story took place in an African drought.
Josh had a snoring story from Sierra Leone in which one character managed to sleep - but no one else did!
There was a tandem tale from Ginny and Dana - in which there was "
No News".
Stephanie gave the audience a little voodoo, and wrapped everything up with a drop of honey.
After the formal tellings, the stories continued as they often do.