Wellll. . .it’s official, it’s a summer weekend here in Santa Monica beach and we are shoulder to shoulder packed with people taking in the sun and surf.
…but this is my favorite of the welcome sign.
Muriel and I came down for a walk anyway, enjoyed sloshing through the breaks, and my foot got stuck in a serious glob of tar. I smell like a steaming parking lot.
We also enjoyed mutual birthday dinners at The Lobster, treating each other to a fine meal.