As part of my ongoing quest to furnish my Burbank condo in a way that balances the midcentury aesthetic of Burbank with the Marie-aesthetic of handmade international quirkiness, I headed down to Orange, CA, over the weekend.
There's an old town there, and while "old" here is something entirely different from New York and vastly different from "old" in Europe or China, it was certainly older than the area surrounding it.
I caught the Metrolink train from Burbank to Union Station, changed to a different Metrolink train, and headed to Orange. I visited just about every shop and a flea market.
I didn't find anything. All I bought was a juice. But I enjoyed the browsing, and was back home by late afternoon.
There's an old town there, and while "old" here is something entirely different from New York and vastly different from "old" in Europe or China, it was certainly older than the area surrounding it.
I caught the Metrolink train from Burbank to Union Station, changed to a different Metrolink train, and headed to Orange. I visited just about every shop and a flea market.
I didn't find anything. All I bought was a juice. But I enjoyed the browsing, and was back home by late afternoon.
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The cat sign would have done it for me!
I sent a photo of it to a friend, with a threat I was sending it to him...
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