Note almost invisible scary zombie kid at the bottom, peering at me.

Some other pictures from my trip – This entry is about signage

Battered fish and wraps. Not my favorite foods. I passed.

Battered Clowns and wraps? I dared not pan down. I’ve found yet another reason to be glad I didn’t go to clown college, despite the grant. I also passed on eating clown, that day.

Big Cajun Battered Al’s ? Is Al a clown, too? MM.. Cannibalicious! I didn’t eat Al, but was getting pretty hungry by then.

One of a multitude of misspelled signs in the produce zone.
I got some awesome green peppers there, and some bananas for bread.

These action heroes strike me as sort of villainous. Is that guy in the middle Red Chinese? It *is* made in China. That whole Chinpokomon thing happening?

Old school circus poster on the back interior wall. I dig the term “Stupendously Grand”.

This guy looked very skilled… I wish my shot of him came out ok. He was an ancient little old guy, and he was painting some calligraphy onto a card. Since I don’t know Chinese, I have no idea what he was writing, but it was meticulous.

The girls at this location (on the opposite side of the grounds) had a private area in the back. I got a sneaking suspicion that you could negotiate for more than a foot rub back there.

A classic circus tent painting poster, in the inside, opposite the cast entrance to the circus stage.

For Kellie-bellie. Manatee sign!

Baked goods… I have no idea what was being sold on those paper signs. Or even sure what language it is, for that matter. Anyone want to clarify for me?

Another Sign. The ATM had usage in English, Spanish, French, I *think* Korean, and two other Eastern scripts.

Scalps! A geek in need of wookie pelt to complete his Boba Fett Costume could do worse than try this stand.
The Mirror also proves the legend about my casting no reflection in the Swamplands to the West.

Fish soup is like Viagra? I did pick up a bottle of cold beer to walk with at this point.
Yum! Muy Fria!