Occasional rain fell on Chinatown’s most recent First Friday, but that didn’t dampen the spirits of people attracted to special events at galleries, boutiques and restaurants. There was a mix of old and young, college students and downtown employees, along with the locals.

First Friday was apparently working because the sidewalks were buzzing. And no one complained about me taking their pictures.

Reflections on a bar: It looked like a party atmosphere on the left side and not so much on the right, where people seemed bored or maybe just reflective, processing the events of the day.

About a dozen police offers were patrolling the area around North Hotel and Smith streets.

Some citations were issued, although there were no major disturbances.

Political signs left on downtown sidewalks don’t necessarily fare any better than graffiti-marred walls. It was a few days before the primary.

A foot massage at a bus stop.

Watch where you step. It looked like leftovers or bad shrimp that had been thrown out near the gutter.

The last thing I expected to see, at about midnight, was a man with a baby.

A late-night moment shared after most of the night life had died.

The remains of the night included a little bit of everything.