This weekend I did not have much planned, so Saturday afternoon Mom and I headed to Pecan Street Festival.
These guys were playing a fruit box and dancing. The recession has hit us all. And this guy was the worst fiddle player ever.
Meat Pies. Yum.
They made art out of old babies. Frightening, yet I couldn't look away. 
Puppets. Always.
Meet Brillo. He loves skating, hearts, and you.
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when you told me about all your sights and sounds at epcan st...you didn't mention pictures! My lord, it's exactly everything I imagined. :)
Brillo's outfit scares me, but not as much as dead baby doll mexican island art does.
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