I’ve returned to the promenade several times already. Last night, a group was dancing while someone played the accordian for them. I unfortunately did not have my FlipCam with me, so I’m left with two measly still shots:
Something new happens every time I’m there. Mostly, though, it’s not about entertainment. With all the rush of the rest of the streets, the promenade is a place to watch the sunset and to maybe fall in love–with the waterfront, with the bridge, with someone on a park bench, with the city.
Down The Promenade
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