all that jazz

Given that the 4th of July in the Bay Area is most commonly associated with fog and cold, it was nice to have a little bit of sun for my stroll through the Fillmore Jazz Festival yesterday morning.  Many people had already claimed their spots on the astroturf laid out in front of the music stages even though the acts were just getting going when I was there, and this year the art and knick-knack booths had some serious competition from the vendors hawking Michael Jackson memorabilia (and blasting his music non-stop).  Of course I was really there to get lunch, so after doing a round up and down Fillmore I headed right for the weekly Farmers' Market where it spilled onto O'Farrell.  A butternut squash tamale from Donna's Tamales, mushrooms and grits from 1300, and a yummy lemon bar from Mother's Touch Kitchen, and suddenly I was a very happy woman.