Happy day after Cinco de Mayo.
I had to stay late at work and since I finally manned up and bought a May monthly pass today, I was traveling on the train, once again. So I finished what I had to do and actually got out about 20 minutes earlier then normal for the late train. When I got to Union Station I saw a few people dressed for Cinco de Mayo and I decided that I had time and I would walk across the street to the festivities. As soon as I got outside the station I could hear wonderful music and so I followed the crowd and got to the public bandstand and center of all that is Olvera Street. There were lots of people and lots of stalls selling things and the sun was setting and it was beautiful. Well, minus the few who were obviously just there to get drunk...carrying bottles inside brown paper bags.
There was a stand selling fresh fruit and after taking pictures of the different booths, I went over and bought fresh strawberries in some sort of sweet white concoction. It was truly yummy and a nice end to the experience. So I reluctantly headed back to Union Station and boarded my train home.
I was glad it all worked out...cause in LA, you just never know.
There are more photos over on my Facebook page.
If you are so inclined, check it out.
My husband was downtown for a bit early yesterday evening, and says there were tons of young (non-Hispanic) women wearing huge sombreros wandering around, a bit the worse for drink. Says he almost didn't come right home. ;-) The REAL fiesta wasn't downtown, it was on the West Side (which is south of the river and east of the West End... gotta love St. Paul!).
ReplyDelete2nd shot is the sombrero seller...I assume you caught that. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat was the first hint that I had that there was a party going on just across the street. All these sombreros on people's heads.
(pssst, I think this is the first time I have actually heard you call your SU your husband.) lol
Geez, Louise, I must be slipping... we ARE married, but only for the past 3 years (as of the 27th of this month) of the 10 we've been together, and we don't have the same last name. I'm still not entirely used to thinking of him as my "husband," since nothing in our lives actually changed when we got married. Well, except now I don't have to have a will. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI know that song and dance...at least the will part. :-)
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