In addition to a lot of really great evenings of cooking dinners and drinking wine:

I spent a good portion of everyday blowing bubbles, five year old style. No. Seriously.

And then came the day for Bread and Puppet. What’s Bread and Puppet? I really don’t even think I can explain it.

THIS is Bread and Puppet:

And THIS:

And THIS:

THIS:

THIS:

AND THIS:

IS Bread & Puppet:

Something you can’t tell from these photos is the SCALE of Bread and Puppet. Enter Jean. Five foot six (ish?) Jean.

Yeah. Huge.

Bread and Puppet is a politically radical puppet theatre that dates back to the 1960s. This is one of those things that to truly appreciate the scale, the enormity, the (I have to say it) creepiness of this place, you have to visit.

Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot of insightful information offering up very different points of view and some interesting artwork available at Bread and Puppet – it’s just …. we happened to show up just as a women with glassed-over eyes told us that we “Caught them at lunch.” She disappeared into a small dark room, full of children we could hear but could not see, on the lower level of the barn. We had the place to ourselves. Which I don’t know if it was better or worse for the creep factor.

Read more about them on their Wiki page or visit their site directly.

(I did take some video while I was there, but to be honest, I was so engrossed in the puppets, I kind of forgot to steady the camera. Basically it would make you vomit. So go visit and experience it for yourself.)

For more of my pics, go visit my Bread and Puppet set on Flickr.