What can be said about Fremont that hasn't been offered? How can you not love a place where the Starbucks has a sign stating, “Zombies not welcome”? Starbucks—that epitome of sameness across the globe--cannot even remain untouched by Fremont's free-will zaniness.
We strolled into Fremont one afternoon (via the troll under the bridge, of course) to find what we midwesterners call sidewalk sales in full swing. A stunning handmade pendant, a pair of sale-priced melon Toms, and a polka-dotted umbrella later, we sat down at Pie for quick dinner of, obviously, pie, both sweet and savory. The Thai restaurants with floor pillows across the way called to me, but time would not allow.
A walk across the drawbridge at sunset, where a neon-powered Rapunzel lets down her hair, completed the somewhat fractured fairytale that is Fremont.