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PG and Uzi decided to brave the traffic and go to the Arts Festival in Piedmont Park. The first step was to find a place to park. They had to drive a bit further down than usual, but a legal looking spot soon appeared.
A few drops of rain appeared. The weather reports had not mentioned rain, but that did not stop the worry. The rain did not last long or hard, and made some nice steam when it hit the pavement.
The artists market held few surprises. The canvas booths lined up on the top of the softball fields, and continued on the north side of the lake. A lady called out for police, saying that a man was harassing her daughter. The man and daughter looked like they just wanted to be somewhere else. PG decided this was a good affair for someone else, and left.
Before long, all the vendors had been visited, and it was time for dinner. PG pulled through Ansley Park, and found a spot to park at Ansley Mall. The space where the Piccadilly cafeteria had been was vacant. The directory said it was there, but the man in the vitamin store said it closed three months ago. It doesn’t seem right.
The Piccadilly on North Druid Hills was open. They did not have white meat fried chicken, and the dining room attendant almost pulled the tray away from PG. This was not appropriate.