Pig Roast (1 of 3): Greekfest.

On my way to the pig roast, like halfway down to that part of the city the stretch of street I usually bike was closed off for a Greekfest.

I was getting hungry, so fortunately that was there, and I got a gyro.

After that, I strolled through the fest, which was a bit corporate...  The banners, for example, were all the same font and size, so you can tell the local business association coordinated them.

But, there was one booth that had "COFFEE READINGS", and this older, plump, wild-eyed Greek woman was just sitting there staring intensely at person after person and telling them all about themselves after she looked at the coffee grounds in their cups.