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Late afternoon rocks by the church and the main beach promenade.
Run to the ocean, run to the sea.” Or, in my case, run straight back into a major snowstorm whose howling winds scream “Welcome back, sucker!” The yin and yang of travel continued to the end. The bitter, cold, snowy, icy, sucky end.
I had never tried St. Germain, the French elderflower-based liqueur, before the Jazz Era Lawn Party. But the cocktails and sangria, served by the dapper staff as the…
The Coves of La Jolla on a cloudy summer day.
Quiet surf against the flat rocks of Georgian Bay.