I’ve noticed that I take far fewer photos in places where I make repeat visits. Since this was my zillionth time in San Diego, and it was confined to the Gaslamp District, I didn’t take too many shots at all. If you’re looking for some, just click “more”!
San Diego: where epic obesity pushes the SDFD to extreme measures!
San Diego: where statuary dogs pee themselves!
San Diego: where you’re putting the doggie up on a pedestal!
San Diego: where murdered superheroes drive the same car I do!
San Diego: where you may shoot lightning out of your junk!
San Diego: where the BIO conference’s Canada Pavilion knows just how to make me happy!
San Diego: where BIO exhibitors are still trying to develop stain-repelling carpeting!
That’s all you get. Plus my observation that the baristas at San Diego Starbucks are a lot more laid back than the ones in northern NJ. Oh, and that they offer hot sauce with breakfast sandwiches, while the NJ ones offer dourness.
You should have taken a picture of those bacon-wrapped peaches for Amy.
I love the electrocution signs.