At the fair that features a sand sculpture contest, Klara showed no interest in the kiosks that sold clothes, jewelry, toys and treats and insisted, instead, that we stay to listen to a lecture by a sand sculpture artist.
“Be quiet and listen to what the nice gentleman is telling,” she commanded when I started to fidget and whine that I was bored and needed a treat and a toy.
4 thoughts on “Sand Sculpture Fair”
Beautiful photograph, too — somehow most of your pictures look as if the layout was professionally arranged.
Happy Thanksgiving! You and Klara look like you were both in the middle of rehearsing a cheer! And you match! 🙂
God, she’s sure precocious isn’t she?