The weather app was wrong again. Another glorious sunny day. So, I head south.
What’s not to love? Sun, salt air, and a path that is almost safe for old ladies.
I am trying to learn to be a proper old lady. So, I find a shady bench and whip out my Kindle for a read.The wisdom of Groucho Marx.
While sitting on the bench I thought about all the girls in summer dresses. Or less.
Take these girls from yesterday. Not a tattoo in sight. Not one single tattoo did I recall seeing. Nor did I see any tats on any one all day today. Very strange.
But I digress.
I was reading and reflecting in what I would call a canon ball park. Would you really want a Gatling Gun pointed at your very expensive house?
Enough sitting around. I headed off north until I got hungry. Then head south.
Linner, excellent almost raw salmon. Fine asparagus. And good risotto for ballast. Risotto is really just Italian grits.
By the time I made it back to the hotel, I had wandered 5 slow miles.
