It was a nice evening, probably in the mid 70's. We parked off Rosevelt and didn't have a plan, just strolled.
We looked in shop windows and sat on the ledge of a fountain named after a man named Glenn something.
We waited to cross at an intersection and Genny talked to the cross walk because it talked to her.
Thomas was talking to his dad for most of our walk, but I know he enjoyed it too.
We found a small plot that had a red phone booth and a rose garden with a path. The kids ran around and talked on the phone, which, if you're a three year old or a five year old, is very cool.
We stopped for ice cream...
And ended the walk looking at a painting on a building.
I'm still smiling from our walk.