Entering the "Via."  Access was by walking up the westbound exit ramp onto Neil Avenue.  (I was disheartened to discover they'd removed the violent little U-turn at the end of the ramp, but not surprised.)

Unidentified little boy works on a vigilante chalking.  I'm sure he was not one of the official artists, but looked like he was into it.

Now we reach the great maw that is the Park Street/Goodale Street intersection.  The entire intersection lies diagonally above the highway.  The highway experience is going to be different.  OK, back to the festival -- there were a lot of city food stalls and drink places along the left, so there was plenty of eat and drink.  The main attraction was still the art, though.

Some ladies enjoy a meal together in a hole in the safety wall.  Remember the old, beat-up metal guardrail, which was all we had?  In one week's time, though, this cozy little nook will be no place for a picnic.  It'll be busy with cars whizzing by at 70 mph.

Here we are between Park and High Streets.  You can see they installed some cutesy little "streetlamps" and benches to give the place a homey feel.  At this point, the surreality of being in a twenty-foot hole really kicked in for me.

Still, people will humanize just about anything if you give them a chance.  The weather today, by the way, was great -- cloudy and warm.  Much better than yesterday, when it was about eighty degrees.  I can't imagine how hot the asphalt would have been.

Some last-minute touches.  By Sunday, it looked like most of the art was done, but you did see people here and there adding things.

The Greek Orthodox Church lurks between the $5 million High Street cap (left) and a new, tiny plaza created to support the Park/Goodale intersection.  It could be the city's newest, tiniest park if they would put in a little fountain or some plants.

I'd turned around by now and was going west again.  It really felt like being in some weird prison.

<growl>  Does the owner of that car really need to drag it to every event?  It was way off to the side, clearly not an official part of the festivities.  Still, you had nice Upper Arlington ladies gawking at it.  Honeys, we see this damn car parked in front of the Short North Tavern every day.  We hate it.  It's dumb.  I'm going to steal one of those doll heads next time I see it.  Like teeth, if you ignore cars like this, they'll go away.

OK, this isn't even in the neighborhood, but I thought it was cool.  You are looking down onto northbound 315, from the 670-west-to-315-south ramp.  The 670-east-to-315-north ramp is only inches away, at the top of the picture.  I just liked the lines and the curves.  I've been biking on 670 all summer, while I still can.