Eastern Market

No rest for the weary. After partying last night--and granted it was a ward party, so it wasn't too wild--we met up with Jason's friend this morning at Eastern Market and had some delicious breakfast. The french toast is apparently what they're famous for, and I've had those before. So this time I had pancakes. A little different, I know, but my gamble paid off and they were tasty.

After we ate, we went across the street to a little book shop. It was one of the most impressive book shops I've ever seen. All of the walls were covered in books and there were piles along the floor that went all the way up to the ceiling. It even had the smell of old books. Just about any genre or category of book that you could want.