Fields of yellow.
Strawberry fields. These don't look like the ones in the grocery - but we have never tasted strawberries as fresh, as crunchy and as sweet as these. To die for.
Goofing at the coffee shop/art gallery we passed by.
Inside the gallery while we had tea and some sweets. And the artist owner was so hospitable too.
And one lonely red chair. Waiting for next summer.