I fled the busking. All I had to do was to walk a few blocks, jump on the ferry, and ride away. Half an hour later, I was strolling through a country village. I sat on the library porch and sketched the church across the road. Nearby, actual cows were moo-ing. There wasn't a busker in sight.
Every time I visit the island, I wonder why I don't do it more often. There's a general store over there, and a diner called "Ernie's" and a bakery with a squeaky screen door. The ferry ride is half the fun, and everything seems so incredibly sketchable! I want to do it again. Would tomorrow be too soon?
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