That said, I like it there. It has character, and a certain flavor about it. From the man who was practicing karate kicks on El Dorado Street to the crowds of kids in front of the movie theater, there is a certain charm in watching the people. Stockton doesn't pretend to be anything other than it is--a run-down city smack in the middle of an economic downturn that is trying, valiantly, to make things better.
|I found this sidewalk art and was completely charmed.|
I went to the top floor of a public parking garage to get some view pictures. A police officer gave me a "look" but didn't stop to ask. I guess he figured I was just a harmless lady with a camera, with no ulterior motives and no intention of jumping. Plus, the garage has surveillance cameras.
|You can verrrry faintly see Mt. Diablo right behind the|
port, way in the distance. It was hazy yesterday.
|Still too faint, even on zoom.|
|Looking towards Weber Point. The street where the cars|
are stopped is shut down every year for the Asparagus
Finally, it was time for Summer Sing. I snapped a quick picture of one of the stained glass windows in St. John's before we got involved in the Mozart.