Today was the last day of the annual mid-summer art festival in Belfast, Maine. So, in spite of annoying showers, we drove down to see what this summer's version had to offer. There were perhaps fifty or so artisans who had some really nice wares on display. There was an excellent four-piece brass band that kept the visitors pleasantly entertained as they wandered around. Of course there were food vendors, too. We each had an English style fish'n chips made with fresh young haddock that was very well done. Because of the rain, we only stayed an hour or so and headed back to the bus. We stayed inside and I read while Durelle had her Red Sox and golf. The weather is a bit dismal, but just as a bad day fishing is better than a good day at work, a bad day on the Maine coast is better than a good day at many other places.