Sunday morning, after church, we decided to drive to Flemington in order to exchange a purchase made at one of the outlets in Liberty Village Premium Outlets.
It was a great day – very hot … and from the meager group of shoppers there, it looked like most people were already at the shore, preparing for backyard barbecues, or off to other events.
Priscille and I decided to head home the long way: We followed New Jersey Route 12 which parallels the eastern side of the Delaware River, and ended up in Frenchtown, where Bastille Day was being celebrated.
Throngs of walkers filled the little hamlet, and traffic moved along at a snail’s pace, reflecting the touristy aspect of last Sunday’s celebration.
One of the attractions which caught my eye was a very adept young lady on stilts, entertaining people at random. She’s an excellent juggler. She didn’t drop a single pin, balancing herself high up on her airy perch, while strolling the streets of Frenchtown with much assurance or, as the French might say, “avec beaucoup d’aplomb.”
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