For 90-plus years, a Laguna summer had a single center of gravity: three art festivals down Laguna Canyon Road, and a Pageant curtain at 8:30. The rest of town organized itself around that clock. This summer, something quieter has changed. The festivals are still the anchor, but the Coast Highway blocks that used to feed them dinner have been reshuffled, and the pattern of what opened and what closed says something specific about how residents are actually spending their evenings.
The short version of the thesis: Laguna's summer no longer runs on one rhythm. It runs on two, and the second one is faster.
The festival triangle is intact, and the dates are worth committing to memory before the canyon fills up.