Suitably fed and refreshed, we made our way to Old Town San Diego.
Upon exiting the freeway (not the highway, I am reminded), we sort of stumbled on the right road to get there after a couple of turns. Luckily, we found parking just across from their ‘main street’.
I was told that there had been a lot of work and improvement in Old Town. It had been cleaned up and there were more stalls and shops.
There weren’t too many people walking around – maybe it was because it was the middle of the afternoon. Even my companions were fading fast, probably thinking that they could have been home and taking a siesta, instead of in Old Town.
I sit my uncle in front of this drinks stall – maybe he’ll have a drink and cool down, while I walk around.
I pop inside what looks to be the main general souvenir store and was greeted with this. Funny, but a bit macabre. Looking around, I saw other items along the lines of skull bracelets, skull heads on walking canes, skull sculptures, etc. It reminded me of New Orleans. I didn’t know Old Town also had these in their folk-lore? Will have to read up on that.
Happily, on the other side of the store, there were other more colourful items for sale.
Old Town doesn’t have skeltons, etc in its folklore. No juju here. It does have the Whatley House which is said to be haunted. Lol!