Last month I popped up in places that had nods to cultures other than mine.
Early in November I popped up at Esquina, a new place founded by Nomadic Ant.
Meaning corner in Spanish, the place is a conglomeration of artist exhibits,Â a gathering space for live music and poetry, and venue for monthly local artist bazaars.
It was a weekend of shock for many in the nation, so there wasn’t much traffic, but it was still a fun gathering.
A woodburning artist read tarot cards.
An illustrator showcased her work.
We met the artist of these creations.
This rainbow sprinkle donut was consumed.
It was fun to peruse the record covers. Esquina offers Bring your own Vinyl nights, where you can play your records on a turntable.
In early December I visited the Irish-American Heritage Center, which transformed from a large gymnasium type space to a bustling vendor fair.
In spite of our first snowfall of the season, many people strolled through prior and after Sunday mass, including the bagpipers I had heard earlier.
I had researched Irish Carols and learned about Christmas in Killarney.
Candle Angel fluttered away.
It was a fun afternoon with a variety of arts and crafts on display.
My art fair season is over, and the display bags put away for a few months.
I get to enjoy the snow instead of watching it fall from the window, or luxuriate in hibernating for a bit.
Winter offers magical scenery.