Last night, on State Street, the sports bar looked warmly Christmasy:
Across the street, a woman sold handmade jewelry from a pushcart parked next to a despicable chalking:
Today, we hole up at the sublime Electric Earth Café:
The people who work here are unusually nice, so nice it's a little weird. You order your food at the counter and, nicely, they bring it out to you. It makes a difference not having your name called out. Leave a good tip in the tip jar when you come here.
We're enveloped in blue... electric blue, I guess. The paintings are charming. I love the Batman:
Framing the shot, I get a look I interpret as disapproving, but I show the picture to the young woman in green, and she smiles and gives me permission to use it. Thanks!