So here I am, among the golden leaves and old stone buildings of Helsinki. In some ways it feels as though I never left, and in others, that a long time and many lives have passed since I was last here. It seems odder still when I think that mere ten days ago, I was still frolicking in Tonasket with all the talented, amazing face painters and fairy wing makers. So without further ado: another edition of Barter Fair shenanigans.
Another fair maiden without name.
Our camp's fire is always amazing, and this time Saturday night brought some awesome dancers, performing what seemed almost archaic dances, representing different things. Entirely unplanned, different folks stepped into the ring of light and played their part as though in and ancient, meticulously orchestrated play.
my hunny makes magic happen. As do these mysterious dancers.
That's fair for this year. Next up, Finland.
Love, peace and rye bread.