The Peddler's Daughter
She might've been somewhere in this crowd, not sure. I did yell out at one point, "Hey! Anyone got some fish for sale?" Hoping that her dad might stride forth with a sturgeon or something but, I was quickly rebuked, as the fishmonger was a couple of blocks over and didn't drink on Friday nights, due to an old Irish family custom. I never did find out what he peddled, though it did occur to me that maybe he was a bicyclist.
Haverhill, Massachusetts.
Of note: It's hard to say Massachusetts after a nice pint of Kilkenny.
The Peddler's Daughter
She might've been somewhere in this crowd, not sure. I did yell out at one point, "Hey! Anyone got some fish for sale?" Hoping that her dad might stride forth with a sturgeon or something but, I was quickly rebuked, as the fishmonger was a couple of blocks over and didn't drink on Friday nights, due to an old Irish family custom. I never did find out what he peddled, though it did occur to me that maybe he was a bicyclist.
Haverhill, Massachusetts.
Of note: It's hard to say Massachusetts after a nice pint of Kilkenny.