@CalamityJane,
is that the Valencia now?
If so, I knew it when it was on the quaint side, '64, and later in the '80's. In the eighties was when I went there by myself (visiting friends, but not right that minute). I went there as a sort of reclaim. I'd been there with friends for dinner one summer in the sixties. I'd been raped in a building on that street not long later, but not that place (yes, it's in
that thread). Years went by.
That day in the eighties, I had a gin and tonic in that old long hallway, and walked the town. Not La Jolla's fault, a reclaiming.
Bittersweet; not to shadow the wine cellar, just another light.