Sure that parking would be non-existent close to the festival, I recommended we park on the lake and walk in. So, we did. The place we parked was a good mile from the Clay Street Stage, but it's a pretty walk along the lake and through part of the city to get there. We can always use the exercise! As we walked, we saw lots of parking available much closer in but, oh well. As I said, we can use the exercise. Walking was fun, even though we said we might take BART part of the way back.
Wow, the music was fabulous! We danced up a storm on the street in front of the stage, along with a lot of other Oaklanders. In between sets we ate fried catfish and garlic fries with fresh squeezed lemonade. I love this about Oakland, hanging out with people of all colors and backgrounds, everybody cool, everybody smiling and talking to each other, everybody dancing and laughing.Wayne and I love to dance, and as we were leaving a young African-American lady came up to us and said, "You two dancing! You are wonderful." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it as she passed. "Thank you!" Wayne and I grinned at each other. "We've still got it. Old folks get down!" That's one of our mantras these days.
Holding hands, we decided we could walk the mile or so back to the car and started down Broadway. Wayne was thirsty. "Well, Luka's is on Broadway where we have to turn toward the lake. Let's stop there and get a beer." Sounded like a plan. We were a long block from Luka's when a young guy passing by in a car going the opposite direction on Broadway yelled, "Cutest couple on Broadway!" Wayne yelled back, "Thanks, bro''. I waved and cheered.
Here we are with beer and mussels at Luka's, just moments later.
Gotta love Oakland.
