We joined some of B’s cousins and extended family for a prime view of the air show and the Sound:
This is looking from north Tacoma over to Brown’s Point.
After snacking and visiting, we wandered down to the festivities along the waterfront, where I got a henna tattoo:
She had a binder full of designs to choose from, but I asked her to just do whatever she wanted.
Turned out lovely!
It actually smells lovely too, like cloves and cardamom. Even now, hours after and with the dark paint brushed off, it still smells nice.
And overheard on the sidewalk this afternoon: “It’s a fine line between being a street performer and being stinking insane.”
It’s been a day for the senses, full of sights, sounds, smells, and tastes. Now we get to listen to the whistles, pops, bangs, and blasts far into the night.