The 4th

For our first 4th of July in America we decided to forgo the fireworks (not really Emily’s cup of tea) and head to a parade instead. Which the only American amongst us slept through despite the sirens, horns and loud music. How come the squeak of the bedroom door can wake her up at night but the cacophony of a parade is equivalent to a lullaby?





Ben took loads more photos so I’ll update this when I have time to sift though them. In the meantime my iPhone shots will have to suffice.

Oh and we may not have seen fireworks but we sure heard them. At 2am.

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