Pit Stop in Woodstock
On our way back to the city last weekend, sitting in the front seat sipping on coffee and “ooooing” over all the leaves, we made an impulse sharp turn and had lunch in Woodstock.
A chilly fall morning, we ambled around poking in the shops and surveying the usual prostesters prostesting something that must be important.
Thanks Woodstock for staying yourself, you make quite an interesting little pit stop on the road home.
