Tourist Season
Much like the annual migration of the majestic Monarch Butterfly making its way through California, the annual tourist migration through Salem, Mass has begun. Clustering in large groups, they become impossible to move through, forcing one to walk on the edge of public throughfares, scrapping against the walls, or walking in the streets with the automobile traffic. Blindly these creatures stumble about, trying to follow their weak sense of direction towards their mode of transportation or next feeding stop. Sometimes, I wonder how such a creature can survive, yet every year they return in vast quantities through my litle town of Salem.
With the tourists, comes the street vendors, of course. And with street vendors comes the lovely arroma of roasted candied pecans and the heavenly scent of onion, pepper, and sausage. And what better way to top it all off, than a warm freshly made fried dough? mmm….
I live in the best place ever!