Angus Needs a Bumbershoot
In a few minutes that wet snow had changed over to a light rain. Even though it felt like midnight to us it was still only a little after 5:00 pm when we spotted a couple of open souvenir shops. I went in looking for my bagpipe CD and Tyler searched for scarves and/or rugby shirts. We found nothing. While Gail took her sweet time checking every single rack in the shop I stood in the doorway trying to avoid all the Japanese tourists barging inside. Out on the street the store dummies tried to keep warm and dry. They could start by getting out of those dresses.