I took these photos of some protesters walking on Broadway on March 31 and forgot to post them. My entire office was out to lunch—literally—and almost got blocked from getting back inside our building. So we had to race the marchers and pass them before they got to our door.
Coming upon the march, we felt kinda warm and fuzzy and small-town in an old-fashioned way, but also big-city to see a demonstration of sorts. San Diego has a squeaky clean reputation most of the time it seems, so any conflict is somewhat exciting. No idea what they were protesting. 😉
Here they are coming back an hour later from whatever errand…