ROSE BOWL FLEA

On Sunday we walked the Rose Bowl Flea in 108 degree weather. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been hotter in my entire life. And I lived in Mexico for a couple of years. It was impossible to really stop and engage with the vendors (I tried on a ring and it burnt my finger) but I did manage to snap a few shots before we hauled ass back to our air conditioned car. I can’t wait to return when the temperature has dropped and heat stroke doesn’t come free with the price of admission…