I have no photos of IKEA. Once we got there we got sucked into a vortex of suspiciously inexpensive, yet aesthetically pleasing, Swedish furniture which all has names with lots of umlauts, causing us to completely forget about our cameras and try to spend as much money as possible without having to rent a U-haul.
We did, however, take a few shots at the Ann Arbor farmer’s market. The market alone made me want to go home and start packing my things, not to mention the fun, artsy town and all the people who looked like they could become my best friends by lunchtime. But then I remembered the almond croissants at our farmer’s market and the free babysitting down the driveway, and that helped temper my urge to call a moving truck.
Or, in the spirit of the day, maybe I should call it a “müving truk”.