Little Italy

A few weeks ago I took a day trip with my parents and their friends to Little Italy, San Diego - an unexplored place in a familiar city.
We rode by train. Down the coast to Union Station, where we met with colored tile, old radiators, window panes and light through a Spanish arcade.
It was sunny and blue enough for a new summer dress. Pink and white stripes and lots of fabric in the skirt - to my detriment with wind gusts off the nearby harbor.
We strolled through the late morning's street market and bought daisies for two dollars a bunch.
The afternoon we filled with lunch and a tour; painted ceilings and stained glass, chocolate gelato, neighborhood history and being tourists in our own backyard.
With the end of the day, mom and I explored two more blocks plus a coffee shop, rejoining the others on the 7 o'clock train for all points north.