So, down the street through the conspiracy-ridden neighborhood, past the mystically swaddled fenceposts and the child-warping junior high, to the San Jose Municipal Rose Garden.

Me (Marissa!) on my way in to see the roses. Being fêted, but not fetid.

It was slightly past the peak of rose season out here, but there were still some bushes going full tilt.

Mark with the roses.

The next day, we went to the Berkeley Kite Festival!