Friday Shoot Out - My favorite place to be a tourist in my own town

Cleveland's Little Italy. Enjoy!







Comments

Doreen said…
very cool shots!! the girls sitting on the curb is very nice. have a great weekend!
September 25, 2009 at 5:30 PM
Linda said…
Cleveland rocks! I have been there twice and I would go again. What a beautiful city! Little Italy looks awesome. Great pics. Have a lovely weekend!
September 25, 2009 at 5:53 PM
Ellisa said…
Hey!! I've been there for the feast of assumption before! GREAT place to be!
September 25, 2009 at 6:00 PM
Sarah Lulu said…
So clever, you captured the community so well.
September 25, 2009 at 6:06 PM
J9 said…
Yummy Lemon Ice! I bet there is a great Bocce court too!
September 25, 2009 at 6:53 PM
Queenet said…
That was your grandmother Mary's very favorite event, not to mention where she was born and grew up with your Uncle Sam. We didn't go this year, but try not miss it. It is so nostalgic for your uncle with all the memories and all. Love, A. Elaine
September 25, 2009 at 9:45 PM
Barry said…
Very well done. Cleveland is such a beautiful place and you have captured the feel of your community with great precision.
September 26, 2009 at 5:56 AM
A Scattering said…
Great idea, more of us should take the time to be tourists in our own towns and cities.
September 26, 2009 at 7:31 PM
Jen said…
LOL - I love love love your interpretation of the theme! Love it - and I'll take a medium Lemon ice, please.

:)
September 27, 2009 at 11:30 PM
GingerV said…
I like very much the photo of the three girls on the curb - with the vintage dresses shop in the background is so speaks of this is home...
great shots overall.
September 28, 2009 at 10:23 PM
Chef E said…
Great post...and who really did take that photo :)
October 1, 2009 at 10:39 PM
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