good friends and good parking meters

two travelling greeks stopped by orange county on their whirlwind tour around the west coast during my dark age [time spent sans computer]. they were a breath of fresh urban air, and we took our bad selves down to san diego for a day. we went to a coffee shop you could smoke in, walked in pedestrian areas, went to little italy [which was a bit more mexican than italian, but still, the restaurant we ate in was perfect good ole fashioned italian-american], and walked back along the water front. most importantly tho, seconds are not displayed ;]