Our last weekend in Florida
Here is a photo from our performance Saturday at the Orlando Museum of Art. We were helping out Franco with publicizing the International Harp Museum. Meko was playing a gig elsewhere.
Back to Ocala
We've been crisscrossing northern Florida for three weeks. The Appleton Museum in Ocala is an impressive edifice!
The museum houses quite a collection of Oriental and African art and artifacts. The contemporary gallery had a thought provoking exhibit of modern re-interpretations of old masters. There is a lovely theater inside that seats 250. We had a wonderful time presenting our "Songs of the Irish Poets" program on Sunday. Our new CD, Bards & Blarney, arrived in time for the concert. One of these days we won't be drop shipping to ourselves in the middle of a tour!
There are also some decorated horses left from the 2002 "Horse Fever" festival. These are life size steeds!
Meeting a friend on the road
After our concert we boomed 'er to Brunswick, Georgia, to have dinner with Yi-Lin Lee. We played for his wedding six years ago and he has remained in touch as he has moved from Hawaii to Washington state. He is currently undergoing training in Brunswick and invited us to join him for Mexican food. The address we had for the restaurant was out of date but after 30 minutes on the cell phone we finally were able to rendezvous and convoy to the right place.
On to Charleston
Monday we explored Charleston, South Carolina. This is a place we hadn't seen before. It was a rainy day, so we went through the public market, a structure several blocks long where vendors have booths for their wares.
There was glass jewelry, woodenware, silver jewelry, local spice mixes, amber jewelry, shawls, arachnid jewelry, and as many as a dozen Gullah basket makers. Many of the baskets were of innovative design.
The sun came out late in the day so we drove out to Folly Beach. It is similar to many other southern beaches: sand and shells, although there were a few stones.
An unplanned appearance at Tommy Condon's
Near the market was a great Irish pub. They have live music five nights a week (but not on Monday) we arranged to play a set of "Irish" music in the evening.
A lovely picture - but what does it mean?
Who wants to speculate about this evocative picture? There has got to be a song or story here. Let me know your ideas.