This morning on my way to my coffee shop pit stop before going into the office (If I'm already late, what's another hour for coffee and a bagel, right?) I had an alarming interruption. The guy in the photo stopped me and asked if I knew where Magazine Street was. I answered, because I'm polite like that, but as he walked away I had to take this picture. From where we were standing there are not one, not even two, but three, ladies and gentlemen, THREE signs pointing to Magazine Street. (Circled here in hot pink for your viewing ease). I can't help but notice in the photo; he still looks like he's heading the wrong way.
climate: overcast, low 50's
shoes: brown flats
ipod: shuffle including Neil Young and Weekend Players
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