We spend the day at Ljubljana. There is lots of sun and joy in the air.

1. Drummers in front of Franciscan Church.
2. Jay remembers the clay buttons I once bought for her in a quilt shop, and two minutes later we just happen to find the exact artist who had made them, and her booth at the street art fair in the streets of Ljubljana. Same situation, another artist: I spot lovely illustrated postcards in the shop window but the shop is closed; later I pass the artist’s stand with the same postcards. I love art that we can touch and buy and use.
3. I am trapped in my car at the parking lot with lightning and thunder that makes the ground shake, but living through it feels liberating.