We carried on to a far happier and perhaps safer part of Fremont.
Hello J.P. Patches!
Ok that is just strange. This place is like the Land of Oz. We hit up Waiting For The Interurban and I met a dog with the head of a man.
I decided this really needed some investigation.
We ended the day at the Fremont Sunday Market but Daddy was looking nostalgically at the Red Door, he told me wistfully it might be a few decades before he could take me there.
The Red Door seemed to be the least exciting part about our trip to Fremont but Daddy seemed the most enthusiastic about visiting it. I'll just write this off as a grown-up eccentricity.