Santa Cruz is sure that it’s the coolest place in the hemisphere. The denizens run the gamut from racy to flaky, with all expressing pronounced Green tendencies. The bakeries are simply amazingly wonderful
and the grocery stores supply all that the racy/flaky desire
and of course the produce is preposterously fresh and succulent
The strip malls have all sorts of goods and services
and politico-spatial correctitude abounds
Sigils are everywhere
and cover the ground from arcane to obtuse, with detours through the surreal. Wish I’d had more time to document, but it was just a quick trip this time.