At the Rubell breakfast, hundreds of peeled, hard boiled eggs. Most people were just photographing them, but some people were actually eating them.
Bacon, surrounded by rubber gloves for takin' bacon.
Croissants, for the more trepidatious.
... and every kind of spread you can imagine. (If I would have seen the Nutella earlier, I might have partaken).
Decompressing and unpacking from the trip (and the NY trip from a few weeks back, truth be told) is taking longer than expected... today I unearthed my camera, tomorrow the Moleskine notebook. So far, the most accurate & amusing account of the fairs is at NY Arts Magazine.