Hello Jingletown

I’ve passed by on Interstate 880 or on International Avenue, or taken the Park Avenue Bridge to Alameda, but I can’t say I’ve ever stopped in this part of town before more than twice in all the time I’ve lived in the city. So when I heard about a gallery showing within the tiny tolerances allowable by the homeward-bound commute, Ankita and I managed to swing by.

We spent a good amount of time taking work by artists on display, but we also got distracted by the huge “Oakland Riviera” mural at a nearby corner and a wall a block or so away with chalks that permitted free-hand artwork.