This place I am truly familiar with, it is where our family served the citizens of Baguio. Starting from my grandfather who was the president of Baguio Driver's Association during the '60s and also where my father picked up passengers for Aurora Hill while pursuing his engineering degree. Behind the theatre was a small store/coffee shop where I used to sleep once in a while (mere memories from childhood). If I remember correctly, the yellow establishment used to be a billiard place where my father used to make bets in billiards using a single hand while competing with an opponent who uses both hands (he was good and usually won the bets with Tiongsan - stories I've heard growing up)... Azandas was the word spoken in that street during those days... People come and go in this street and last I visited, I couldn't even see any old timers anymore... Everyone who walked this street knew everyone during those days, from parents to children. Lately, things has dramatically changed. There are so many people in Baguio that you hardly can bump in to someone you know... I miss the Old Baguio...
Behind the theatre was a small store/coffee shop where I used to sleep once in a while (mere memories from childhood). If I remember correctly, the yellow establishment used to be a billiard place where my father used to make bets in billiards using a single hand while competing with an opponent who uses both hands (he was good and usually won the bets with Tiongsan - stories I've heard growing up). 
