The small, well lit town by the sea, seems to never loose it's vibrant atmosphere even from miles away one could hear the echoes of it's upbeat theme, and make out it's frisky neon lights illuminating the night. To the residents, the town has this sense of melancholic satisfaction. San Junipero has that effect on people, just ask any permanent resident here. To them it's a personal heaven, which they can freely relive the happy days, or make one if they hadn't, contented to stay in the eternity of mortal retirement.
By the seaside is where the younger spirits would regularly come. The large bonfire in the center brightened the dawn, whilst Bowie serenades Modern Love through the giant stereo speakers behind somebody's pick up truck. People would come with their cars or jeeps in groups or in pairs, letting themselves move to the music or grabbing a beer or two at the nifty tiki bar in the other corner. The shore swarmed with people, Club kids, Grunge kids, Zippies, and the like, freely going about their own interests. It was another great night to get lost in, for the visitors it's only a matter of time, hours it seems, til the clock strikes 12 and until the next dawn they can return again.