The Adventures ofCitygirl/Farmhand and Tim
Part Four
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
We abused our Starwood Preferred Guest *Gold* Status by checking out of the Westin pretty late and then hit the road. After a long run up and over the crest of Powell street and down to the Wharf, and then back up and over to Union Square, I felt like I deserved another huge meal so we walked over to North Beach and had a giant pasta lunch at this cute little garden spot up in the hills near Coit Tower. I honestly never eat pasta so this was a wonderful vacation indulgence for me although I pulled the classic move that we all pull when we deprive ourselves of something and ate way too much. It carried over until dinner time though, so whatevs. We saw a good friend in Soma for coffee after lunch then hit the road again, this time heading south on Route 1.
By the time we got moving the sun was already on the descent, and the Bay Area being the Bay Area, it was pretty chilly on the bike. By the time we got to Carmel, I was so cold that I sort of wanted to not be alive anymore because being that cold made being alive not worth it. Tim wanted to soldier on but I was like hell no, we are staying in Carmel. And yes, that is Carmel by the Sea, not the other Carmel (cough) that is not on the water. To shame on all those peons. We stayed at this place called the Normandy Inn that looked really cute and Normandy-like from the outside but was more like a Knights Inn on the outskirts of Wichita on the inside. But with a fireplace in an attempt to fool you. We weren't fooled.
Carmel by the Sea is situated on one of the most beautiful beaches on the coast and filled with amazing houses and a very cute little main street. That said, we really couldn't get over the weird vibe of the town or the fact that you had to be over 65 years old to fit in there. Maybe we were in the wrong part of town or something but we felt like total pariahs. And also, for a town that has 6 galleries on every block, wow, was the art bad. It made the Box Show look like the Francis Bacon show at the Met.
We had this particularly strange incident occur when we stopped by a local inn. You had to enter through this low ceilinged David Lynch like lobby, complete with giant red velvet arm chairs and various
antlers to get to the bar/ restauurant area. When we opened the door, every single person in the room stopped and stared at us. I think I even heard some silverware drop on the floor. "My lord, what are those two youngsters doing in here?" "My goodness, Clifford, I do believe they are wearing jeans." Gasp! Ok, we didn't actually hear anyone say that but if you could put cartoon air bubbles over their heads, it would have been spot on. Needless to say, we backed out of there as quickly as our unburdened-by-arthritis limbs could move and ran back to the Normandy Inn to go to bed. It was 8:00.
We abused our Starwood Preferred Guest *Gold* Status by checking out of the Westin pretty late and then hit the road. After a long run up and over the crest of Powell street and down to the Wharf, and then back up and over to Union Square, I felt like I deserved another huge meal so we walked over to North Beach and had a giant pasta lunch at this cute little garden spot up in the hills near Coit Tower. I honestly never eat pasta so this was a wonderful vacation indulgence for me although I pulled the classic move that we all pull when we deprive ourselves of something and ate way too much. It carried over until dinner time though, so whatevs. We saw a good friend in Soma for coffee after lunch then hit the road again, this time heading south on Route 1.
By the time we got moving the sun was already on the descent, and the Bay Area being the Bay Area, it was pretty chilly on the bike. By the time we got to Carmel, I was so cold that I sort of wanted to not be alive anymore because being that cold made being alive not worth it. Tim wanted to soldier on but I was like hell no, we are staying in Carmel. And yes, that is Carmel by the Sea, not the other Carmel (cough) that is not on the water. To shame on all those peons. We stayed at this place called the Normandy Inn that looked really cute and Normandy-like from the outside but was more like a Knights Inn on the outskirts of Wichita on the inside. But with a fireplace in an attempt to fool you. We weren't fooled.
Carmel by the Sea is situated on one of the most beautiful beaches on the coast and filled with amazing houses and a very cute little main street. That said, we really couldn't get over the weird vibe of the town or the fact that you had to be over 65 years old to fit in there. Maybe we were in the wrong part of town or something but we felt like total pariahs. And also, for a town that has 6 galleries on every block, wow, was the art bad. It made the Box Show look like the Francis Bacon show at the Met.
We had this particularly strange incident occur when we stopped by a local inn. You had to enter through this low ceilinged David Lynch like lobby, complete with giant red velvet arm chairs and various
antlers to get to the bar/ restauurant area. When we opened the door, every single person in the room stopped and stared at us. I think I even heard some silverware drop on the floor. "My lord, what are those two youngsters doing in here?" "My goodness, Clifford, I do believe they are wearing jeans." Gasp! Ok, we didn't actually hear anyone say that but if you could put cartoon air bubbles over their heads, it would have been spot on. Needless to say, we backed out of there as quickly as our unburdened-by-arthritis limbs could move and ran back to the Normandy Inn to go to bed. It was 8:00.
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