A bright, hot sun shone down on us as we enjoyed the smiles and murmurs of people gazing upon the art that lined both sides of the street. For several blocks there were booths lined up displaying skilled craftsman and their works. Some were selling their wares, others were showing their skills, and others yet were simply displaying things of beauty.
We got an ice cream, listened to a marching band, fingered through old books, and became completely enthralled by a talented young guitarist. A little girl squirmed restlessly as a paint brush transformed her into a kitty. Laughter caught our attention from a few tables down as a few ladies showed off their weaving and gossiped gleefully.
The arts are alive in Dorchester, there is no doubt about it.