Olvera Street

Now, I hadn't been to Olvera Street since my 4th grade field trip in 1983. I don't remember much about it, but I do know there were just a bunch of stalls all over the place. In the 27-years since then, not much has changed, but that's just me. I'm not going to push my views on my kids. Plus, it's part of John's cultural history in many ways. After all, his grandparents do come from Mexico and he is a 6th generation Angeleno on Maureen's side.






Anywho, since we were already there, we decided to go to lunch at one of the restaurants on Olvera Street. We wound up eating at the one at the end of the street. Maureen loved her meal, but I wasn't too impressed with mine (it was a bit flavorless). John really liked his enchillads and carne asada. He even drank from a straw for the first time ever. I was very impressed with his skills.


As we walked down the street, he kept on trying to grab things from each of the stalls. We found that he really like the little guitars. We should have bought him one, but we didn't. I suppose I could go there during my lunch break and pick one up this week. I will also say that we did find some authentic guyaberas from Yucatan and some juaraches in John's size. My sister, aka Mrs. Lowther, claimed that they didn't make either in his size. Someone's a bit of a confabulator.

After our nice stroll down the oldest street in Los Angeles, we walked to a little church that played a big part in Maureen's family's life. Her great, great grandparents were married there in 1861 and her great grandfather, Isidore, was baptized there in 1868. There's a nice plaque dedicated to his memory next to the baptistry. Hmm, I wonder if the title of Knight of St. Gregory is hereditary. If so, that would make our John Nicholas Knights of St. Gregory. Let's just decree them Knights of St. Gregory and be done with it at that.






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