This weekend is the annual Dogwood Festival in Atlanta, and this year I actually braved it…if only because I slept like crap and was awake to note the rain at 8:30 and realize it would be a good time to visit because the crowds would be minimal.
Prettiest part: dogwoods in bloom with the old meets new skyline as a backdrop.
Most disturbing part: condiment utters.
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