On Sunday, Joe and I went to the Greek Festival at Saint Sophia Orthodox Church in D.C. Gyros were the main draw, but they were surprisingly lackluster, considering the lines. I guess it's a captive audience for gyros.
As soon as we got our food and sat down to eat, it started to drizzle. We walked over to a shady spot down the street and sat on a bench, and I noticed all these wires sticking out at the base of the bench.
Turns out there was a notebook attached to record your time sitting in the park. I turned back to last spring and a Thai tourist couple complained about how expensive the gyros at the Greek Festival were. A nice little time capsule. I'm such a sucker for guests books, it's fun to see who else has walked in your shoes over the years.
Not everyone liked the journal though. There's always a critic.
