Okay, I'll admit it. I wasn't feeling "it" in Hastings. Maybe it was past my lunchtime, my naptime, or some other time that was missed. But I had a look around, avoided the numerous streets downtown that were ripped up for repaving or resealing, and then moved on.

The art deco clock tower located amongst the town square, and near the busy train tracks.	The fountain in the square, with those train tracks cutting right through the center of the waters.	And merge clock and fountain together into a single picture of them both. Big whoop.
Mostly to meet a special request, here's me sitting on a sheep. A fake one (duh), in town square.