reasons i love ballard, #2178

This morning (if noon counts as morning), Mr. Galore and I took a brief walk on an unusually warm day to a new Ballard cafe that we hadn't yet been to. Then we took our lattes and pastries and sat on the benches in the little park by the bell tower, and six men came and stood in the bell tower and sang a song. Also we saw two people we knew.

Good job, Ballard.