Fire at the Firefly
Forget Phoenix, Tucson's the place to be. More down-to-earth, more funky, more real, less pretentious, less glittery, less Republican. I like the area running from the old part of downtown to the University of Arizona, so when the rains drove us to indoor amusements, we went to Tucson.
4th Avenue is the University district's commercial street and we had lunch at a little wrap café across the street from the former Firefly nightclub. It's "former" because there was a fire at the Firefly. The proprietor of the café was very circumspect when telling the story of the Firefly's demise. Hmm. Was there something fishy going on at the Firefly?
And with this burnt-out nightclub we conclude our Arizona interlude...
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