Seriously? Who decided the Atlanta Dogwood Festival was amazing?
Set in Piedmont Park in downtown Atlanta, hundreds of vendors set up tents, hoping to sell their goods to the hundreds of thousands of visitors this festival draws in every year.
First, let me point out on major issue. By the time the Dogwood Festival takes place, about 92.6%(sarcasm) of the Dogwood trees throughout Atlanta have lost their blooms, or are in the final stages of blooming. So....there weren't many actual Dogwood trees presentat the Dogwood Fest.
And to top that off, since it's the end of their cycle they are dumping their pollen, literally in clouds, all over anything beneath them. That included us! So, it was officially attack of the allergies.
The vendors that were there to sell their art were interesting enough. I always appreciate unique creativity. But for each lovely booth filled with abstract color, there were 4 selling junk, or trying to get people to sign up for something.
And whoever decided to place the food vendors next to the Porto-potties. Well, need I say more?
We paid $14 for two "freshly squeezed" lemonade, from a man who had about three teeth.
I was also quite surprised at the amount of alcohol being sold at the festival. For a state that doesn't sell alcohol on Sundays and won't allow gambling, there certainly plenty of alcohol options.
I won't say I'll never return. But it's not likely.
Set in Piedmont Park in downtown Atlanta, hundreds of vendors set up tents, hoping to sell their goods to the hundreds of thousands of visitors this festival draws in every year.
First, let me point out on major issue. By the time the Dogwood Festival takes place, about 92.6%(sarcasm) of the Dogwood trees throughout Atlanta have lost their blooms, or are in the final stages of blooming. So....there weren't many actual Dogwood trees presentat the Dogwood Fest.
And to top that off, since it's the end of their cycle they are dumping their pollen, literally in clouds, all over anything beneath them. That included us! So, it was officially attack of the allergies.
The vendors that were there to sell their art were interesting enough. I always appreciate unique creativity. But for each lovely booth filled with abstract color, there were 4 selling junk, or trying to get people to sign up for something.
And whoever decided to place the food vendors next to the Porto-potties. Well, need I say more?
We paid $14 for two "freshly squeezed" lemonade, from a man who had about three teeth.
I was also quite surprised at the amount of alcohol being sold at the festival. For a state that doesn't sell alcohol on Sundays and won't allow gambling, there certainly plenty of alcohol options.
I won't say I'll never return. But it's not likely.
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