Lunch and a "day" of sports
I would like to take that back, what I said about San Francisco being cold. It wasn't cold. Carmel-by-the-Sea is cold: Damp, gray and drizzly. It's like a teeny little Disneyland for adults, so gentrified there are no fast food places, no Rite-Aid, not even a Starbucks. But every block is crowded with "inns," restaurants, expensive shops, galleries and day spas.
We had red snapper with mango salsa at a clever little (seats 22) restaurant called Basil -- painted green, of course -- last night, but that wasn't the notable meal of the day. ...
We were invited by the groom's family to a Day of Sports (actually from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.) and lunch. Strangely, only 15 miles or so inland, the marine layer disappears and it's hot, sunny and beautiful.
Some of the guests dallied with tennis, croquet or ping pong or they swam, while country music and reggae played in the background.
Then everyone sat around enjoying a lunch of pulled pork sandwiches, make-your-own fish tacos with all the fixings (including avocado slaw), beautiful platters of fresh fruit, and Veuve Clicquot -- in plastic cups.
Well, that was a first. I loved it.
Later this afternoon: The wedding in a redwood grove.
(Photo by me)