Last weekend was the Mill Road Winter Fair, one of my neighbourhood’s social highlights.  It was already packed as I headed to my mid-morning zumba class (like I was going to miss out on Gangnam style! Honey, please); it was busier on my way home; and by the time Ian and I made it to the food fair, the whole street was bumping, despite the fact that it was the first day of a pretty serious cold snap.

Ian and I saw belly dancers, a Chinese dragon, and a ten-year-old playing a surprisingly good version of “Wild Thing.”  We sampled some mulled cider; bought some potato bread and rice pudding; and crammed our face full of pizza and sausages.

The sausages from the butcher on the corner were a highlight last year, so I was pretty psyched to see them again.

Literally everyone, up and down Mill Road and on many of the street branching off, was out in force.  It was a lovely afternoon.