The following account given by Mr. Alfred Robinson..in 1837, gives an excellent idea of some of the customs prevailing in the pueblo at that time:
Within nearly every house was a guitar, and when evening came and twilight darkened, from all parts of the pueblo were heard the sounds of music and rich melodious voices.
There was something distinctly characteristic in their songs, in most of which there was a minor tone of sweet plaintiveness. When the lamps were hung and the guitars and violins sounded the waltz, light hearts beat and merry peals of laughter floated through the old California homes.
Lissom forms glided gracefully through the halls. Dark, velvety eyes looked words unspoken. The hours passed rapidly by, and before the last dance had been stepped and the last soft glance given - the bells of the old Mission tower had sounded the matin call.
Those were halcyon days in the fairest spot in a lotus land...
~Walter Hawley, The Early Days of Santa Barbara, California, 1920