My Walkabout

Historic buildings full of history, just read the signs.

Park City is full of them.

Benches are everywhere so one can take a load off weary feet and just enjoy the moment.

Street musicians play to no one in particular, couples with shopping bags covering their arms stroll the sidewalks.

People enjoy the summer evening in street box set up’s for drinks and dinner.

I walk from one end to the other, then repeat, as if I’m nothing more than a music player on endless repeat through the countdown.