Downtown Yuma

I like to visit old downtown areas. One of my persistent fantasies was to live in the upper story of a decrepit downtown business.

Yuma’s old downtown was short (a block or so) but had several neat places in it.

I ate in an old venue called The Casino, which I suppose used to be a casino. It had the interior decor and hygiene I prefer; the “Health Inspector Must Have Retired in the 1950s” look.

There was also an underground bar (yes!) but I wasn’t in the mood, even though it had that tantalizing “We’re not saying you will necessarily get stabbed…” air about it. I find that always adds a certain piquancy to the dram.