The resort.
Blue skies and some kind of mountain?
A break from the West Side Highway.
Quite the terrain!
Football and Christianity, in the form of (I think?) a sports bar.
A place for Cerfberr de Medelsheim, should he ever visit.
My first thought was, imagine if a synagogue had this sign.
Ouch!
Cacti!
Arizona Firearms and Collectible. Not sure why "Collectible" is in the singular.
There were macarons, so I had to get one. It was not as good as it looks.
Essence Bakery, locavore haunt and home to the Greek Caesar salad.
Arizona State area, Mill Street.
Used clothing is soooooo much better, cheaper, outside NY.
Witness this pair of $21 boots.
