Little Italy Farmer's Market

Or, equally possible; the farmers' market, since there may for all I know have been a veritable plurality of farmers in attendance.

But hold on there, I hear you cry, you haven't told us what you had for breakfast yet! We went here:

In a display of bold originality we requested bagels. I sipped some orange juice and paddled about on the pavement outside. The downtown skyscraper architecture gets broken up in this neighbourhood.

Reasonably interesting as far as blocks of flats go. There's even some colour - if I knew how to steal bikes and were the kind of person that steals another person's bike, then gosh-darn-it, I'd have stolen this bike.

We made a move over to Little Italy, or in my accent Li'l Italy, or in a Californian accent Liddle Iddaly. T sounds get abused. The market was in full swing and what a fine market it was. Maybe you'd like it, I don't know what you're in to. I sat in the shade, people-watched and ate my bagel. A walk down the street revealed this ocean view.

This was all yesterday, and that'll do for tonight.