Last time I was in San Diego my hotel was located in Old Town.  I was by myself for that trip so that meant I spent pretty much every night wandering around the historical buildings and carts of traditional Mexican tourist crap.  Regardless of my rather lackluster description, I do actually really enjoy old town. There’s a lot going on at all times: It’s a sensory overload… (I also manage to get a lot of my Christmas shopping done here for some reason). Also, ironically enough given the vast quantities of Mexican food here, Old Town is the home of my favorite restaurant in San Diego: the Rust General Store.  Seriously, their provolone, apple, and prosciutto sandwich pretty much rocks my world… and since I’m too cheap to actually buy any of those cute, colorful mexican blankets that’s really the only reason I talked my friends into going there. I’m tricky like that.

Here are some photos (none of my sandwich though, that’s what instagram is for…)

Outdoor seating at Rust. Nice day! They even have iced coffee...
Outdoor seating at Rust. Nice day! They even have iced coffee…
Fountain in the square
Fountain in the square
Desert plant I don't know the name of.
Desert plant I don’t know the name of.
Behind the leaves
Behind the leaves
Painted cart.
Painted cart.
For some reason I really liked these hand painted blue chairs.
For some reason I really liked these hand painted blue chairs.
Aren't they neat?
Aren’t they neat?
Rooster with peppers.
Rooster with peppers.
Day of the dead shenanigans
Day of the dead shenanigans
More hidden paintings. They're everywhere, you just have to stop and look...
More hidden paintings. They’re everywhere, you just have to stop and look…
Me and my coworker David. Shenanigans.
Me and my coworker David. Shenanigans.
Flower against yellow
Flower against yellow
Black plants
Black plants
Cactus. There were a lot of them.
Cactus. There were a lot of them.
Old church
Old church
Sugar skulls! I love these things.
Sugar skulls! I love these things.
The only shot I got of any of the historical stuff this time. Boring, I know...
The only shot I got of any of the historical stuff this time. Boring, I know…
Band wasn't playing yet.
Band wasn’t playing yet.
Sometimes the prettiest flowers grow in the darkest places. That's not a metaphor, I was literally inside a bush.
Sometimes the prettiest flowers grow in the darkest places. That’s not a metaphor, I was literally inside a bush.
Purple!
Purple!
Desert shadows.
Desert shadows.