Paia is a little town on the road to Hāna. Actually, it's the last town before you begin the road to Hāna. Therefore, Paia is your last chance to eat for approx. 30 miles on a very winding road that you must take at 10 mph (unless you want to maybe die).
So we stopped to eat the very last diner (on the right) on the road east out of Paia. I had an odd, unexpected Mediterranean-climate-moment sitting down for breakfast, enjoying the leucospermum flowers in the table arrangement as they reminded me of California, where this South African shrub is widely grown.
Paia is famous for nothing but its own cuteness as the ubiquitous Maui guide book Maui Revealed will tell you. (And actually Paia is not necessarily the last place to eat, as we saw several fruit stands and bbq shacks just on the little bit Hāna highway that we traveled today [before it started to rain, and we turned around].)
So behold the cuteness. The funky, mellow cuteness.
Paian front yards remind me a little bit of Bernal Heights, except tropical.
Well, I'm sure we have cycads in Bernal Heights like this one.
But we have no Plumeria. At least not outside.
We have lots of verdant, weedy alleys in Bernal Heights, as you may know by now.
Downtown is cute.
You know how I'm obsessed with message boards.
It's mostly rooms to rent.
While San Francisco has no shortage of them, Bernal Heights as yet has no tacky t-shirt stops.