Hello little Faneuil Hall acrobat man. I’d like to introduce myself. I was the one with the armament or missile or whatever around my neck taking your picture today. You mentioned your father thinks you are away for college for the summer and not doing what you are doing and for blowing your cover, I am sorry.

But, congratulations. You made my blog, me, a world famous photographer. OK, that is lie.

Anyway, onward to the hilarity:

Loved the look of pain on your face acrobat man. I am mailing you your Oscar momentarily.

While contorting himself into this pretzel position, he was egging me on to take his photo. Boy, do I love it when that happens:

There were three of these acrobat siblings. Look at what this poor girl has to do:

Acrobat #1, whose name I didn’t find out, but in my mind I call Geesman/Bass (inside joke) was quite the showman:

As was his brother:

Here he was getting the crowd going. This was my favorite photo:

Again, British acrobat family visiting Boston this fair summer — congratulations, I am sorry.