We began our walk back home after dining at local spot. Heading east this evening, the cold that has gripped the valley broke earlier today and made it nice enough to enjoy Monrovia’s air without a sweater.
Along the way we passed a set of stores and within them a colourful assortment of folk.
There was the man who own the Locksmith store who seemed like he had lost his keys. A white haired woman focusing on an iPad while a young boy near her concentrated on his fingers at the violin. They resided together inside the Music academy. The intent young lady filing at a woman’s nails at the furthermost corner of her shop. I spotted no lawyer lawyering at the law office but I’ve heard he does exist. The smell of asada tacos from the Mexican joint competed with the aroma of fish tacos from the spot that sells those big shrimps. Both places had their staff quite busy.
Soon we were leaving the downtown and would be greeted by a row of Crafstman houses and others so I decided to look back one more time at the Boulevard. My last memory was the sight of Venus in the sky and the crescent moon that seemed to be smiling down on our All-American town.
