This past Sunday was the 36th annual Highlands Street Fair. I ran across this festival 2 or 3 years ago, and was very impressed with it, but have not been able to attend it again until this year. The Highlands is the oldest neighborhood in Denver. When I first moved here, it was promoted as "the low cost alternative to Washington Park," one of Denver's most upscale neighborhood. These days, it is filled with trendy restaurants, upscale boutiques, young ultra hipsters, and wealthy young parents with designer baby strollers. In the collage above (going clockwise starting at the top left) are hipsters enjoying the festival, the Mead Street Station, a popular Highlands hangout, a typical Highlands Victorian (or is it a Queen Ann?), which you could have had for a song back in 1981 (eat your heart out), and young mothers with designer baby strollers in front of West Side Books, a Highlands institution run by Lois, a good friend and fellow bookseller of my friend and former University of Denver Bookstore colleague Valarie, who actually once lived right around the corner from here in a classic Victorian before she sold it and moved to the suburbs. Traitor!
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