On a Saturday

If you spend a draining long day of staying in bed, you can only surely hope to gain your health back to go on with your own noteworthy, interesting life. And where should you do that? On a Saturday- at Ray Street between University and North Park Way, San Diego.

The minor -rather chilly yet warm in dotted yellow bulbs- humble, closed street is crammed with artsy kiosks, and the previously existences of scenic Art Galleries. You will see people from different ages piercing their eyes, rather sharply, through the sometimes-dull paintings, other times splendid, fewer times inspired. Most of them are usually tediously oblivious of Art 101.

If you get tiresome from the quiet, dreary yet amusing, time, you will find a semi-jalopy, antique food truck. Sometimes it will serve sweet and sour Chinese sauces, other times urban American, but today was fresh Thai food.

As you walk around, and watch artists marketing their young, experimental works, there’s a four-group band covering old music in a more metropolitan way. It’s calm, it’s preppy, and it’s superior to a warm, undone-for-days bed.