Got My Tires Slashed, and I Almost Crashed...

...but that's what happens when you park your car in Little Havana. With an Obama bumper sticker (my car was targeted even though it is completely nondescript and the other ten cars on the block were untouched-only distinguishing characteristic? Obama on the bumper.). I really like this cute French store in the Alliance Française (618 SW 8th St), and the Fete de Musique was a lot of fun, but I'm warning you-beware of douchebag racists who roam the area slashing tires of cars with Obama stickers. The police will not show up (I waited an hour-then the tow truck came). My advice is to not patronize businesses in this area until the police do something about these hate crimes that strike at the heart of our democracy. It's just not pretty. Try to stay off the side streets if you go. The cop I spoke to snickered, and of course he was 'off-duty' (although in uniform with a cruiser parked nearby). And he was black. It's going to be a long, hot, summer, my friends. Better get yours. I've got mine...





It's just not French without Ysee...


Love the applesauce in a pouch...


Packed house-thanks to arts dude and promoter of the event, Damien B.