If you side step off the paddle tennis courts on the Venice Beach Boardwalk, you’ll stumble upon a wall of three food stall windows, serving tuna poke, falafels and bread pudding with Blue Bottle Coffee. An interesting array of eats, to say the least. It’s just a few blocks from my place, so when Ptay and I needed some air and something to eat, we hopped, skipped and jumped on over. On the way, Ptay was told he looked like Kurt Cobain by one of the CD hustlers… (Really? Was it the grungy T??) While we waited for our food, we watched a new mural receive its finishing touches. Many sailboats to admire on the our stroll back, and a reminder from my neighbor to take heed and tread lightly. There’s un chien bizarre.