bike swap

went like a taxi cab towards downtown. without fail, every morning walk, absent of google's assistance leads me in the wrong direction. i got so close, with the Rialto Theater in plain sight before i realized the train tracks would deter me from reaching it. improvisation and a load of luck lead to a street buzzing with a market in full force at 9am on a Saturday morning. found the first cafe i saw and ducked into this little funk-ti-fied wood paneled crepe house and sat for awhile. i knew it was the right place when the girls behind the counter denied my existence and exchanged snobby glances while i ordered. i'm putting the pieces together, but i think i walked right into Tucson's bi-annual "bike swap." it's a farmers market for bicyclists, with modern tricked out spandex street riders and scrappers with vintage ten speeds and beards. little dudes with old ratted out baby bmx bikes with for sale signs on them... really an interesting scene. especially since i have no idea how i got here and no clue on how to return. should i follow up this amazingly savory egg white crepe with a banana nutella situation? absolutely!