A short walk southwest brings me into Little Italy and one of the most spectacular Farmers Markets in San Diego, perhaps all of Southern California. Fresh organic produce is brought into the market every Saturday morning ready to tempt your taste buds. My favorite breakfast food are the crepes made right in front of you. How does he do that? And so fast. There is always a line which, in my book, means that this is where you want to eat. A fresh squeezed orange juice for the return walk, a couple minutes listening to a street performer sing a lovely melody and it's time to head back to the Park.
We've always wanted to play guitar and sing to an audience. Some of the street performers are so good. We always stop and listen or watch the performers when walking around the Prado. Their presence encourages us to find out what permits are required to play in the Park. I stop by the Information Center when I get back and find out where and when to get in line for a permit. While digesting the information I sit and enjoy a bottle of water in Plaza de Panama and listen to the carillons ringing out the quarter hours from the California Bell Tower. Another magical Saturday morning walk and it's time to head back home to take care of a few chores. But, we'll be back.
