Presently visiting Carmel by the sea. More like in the sea today. The five hundred year drought decided to end last night. The dogs here wear raincoats, custom made. The median house price is $819,000, which may buy you a habitable space, or not. It may merely buy you something you’d need to tear down to the sill plate and start over again. In which case add another one point five million. There are no street addresses here and high heel wearers must obtain a permit from city hall and have it in their possession when clicking down a Carmel sidewalk (see unusual laws). Happy Wife, my little rebel with a cause, seen here wantonly flaunting the city ordinance:
Further south earlier this week we stopped to visit the elaphant seals, which, if you ask me, appear to be the result of crossing a shar pei with a sea cucumber:
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Wine tasting in the central valley was sensational! We tasted at the Justin Winery and stayed overnight at the Inn on the property in a positively extravagant room overlooking a south-facing slope of Cabernet grapes. We wanted to reprise the stay we both enjoyed here nine years ago when we came to celebrate (re) meeting each other for the second time. Longish story.
Other tastings occurred at Tablas Creek, Opolo, Sanford, Au bon Climat, and Turley, where the Zinfandels have tannins like cashmere. As I indicated today is gray and dreary so I’m chilling in our room doing my best to update you (using WordPress on a Kindle must be like reading braille with the tip of your nose) whilst Her Happiness is out shopping with our friend Sheila who came down from San Jose yesterday to spend the night/day with us. I texted her Happiness to remind her to stop by city hall for a high heel permit, to avoid getting busted tonight when we go out for dinner.
Later.
The little ones looked so cuddly. I just wanted to lay in there with them and spoon one!