Maybe it was the influence of the Wisconsin Film Festival, but everything seemed a bit unreal and mysterious around town on a sunny Sunday -- like stills from a movie I haven't seen.
They seemed to be rehearsing for some kind of martial arts movie in Camp Randall.
Why was this couple kicking their bike? I have no idea. Just something glimpsed in the rear view mirror.
With the end of the film festival, it was time to head back to reality -- and go home to finish up the taxes.