Outside the post office, I took note of this headline and of the brighly colored newspaper vending machine. You can see how bad the smudge is on the left side of the photo.
Near the end of my walk (and with the lens now cleaned off), I thought maybe I'd warm up and relate a little bit at the Wet Dog, but the first words I heard on the inside - directed to some people in front of me - were, "Do you have reservations?" What? The cafes and restaurants are never this crowded this early, but I'd forgotten it was the Fisher Poets Festival. There was no room at the inn, and I was tired. I snapped a quick photo and moved on.