Walking down this street you can see everything from homeless hippies banging their bongos to crazy out of control co-eds to uber-tan, ultra-fit, septuagenarian millionaires who just ran 20 miles around the city and are stopping by for some free range, organic chicken salad.
On our walk last night we noticed a new restaurant...a glorified potato bar. I had to take a picture for my pal Sarah who LOVES Boulder, but HATES potato bars....
On Pearl Street you can get pretty much any service, including a $10/5 minute massage from this slightly creepy, pony-tail wearing masseur. Would you pay this guy to give you a neck rub?
And last, but certainly not least, Boulder thinks of the kids. Did you know that there are more dogs per capita that kids in the city limits? Maybe that's why the playground here is a bunch of big boulders nestled in dirty gravel surrounded by a brick pit?
Sounds like a concussion waiting to happen.