ANYWAY, I had some business to do at the French Consulate. (I have dual citizenship - USA and French.) French bureaucracy has got to be the 8th (dubious) wonder of the world. Try this on for size: anytime I need a French birth certificate, it has to be one issued in the past 3 or 6 months (depending.) The certificate gets mailed from France. I was born in the US.
This photo doesn't show the half of it.
Picked up some dinner at Deluca Trattoria in El Segundo (chosen for its location, my tight schedule, and a recommendation by, for all intents and purposes, a total stranger). Not earth shattering, but perfectly respectable. If an Italian restaurant wants to win the OMG Award from me, it better be making its own pasta. But, still, a perfectly enjoyable meal located on a charming block of Richmond Street.
While on the coast, any desert dweller must order seafood (see above) AND has to at least get her feet wet. Here's a rather unflattering self portrait at the nearby Dockweiler Beach State Park.
And then a little shopping. Anyone that knows me will recognize this last sentence as suspect. I do NOT shop. I hate it and it often reduces me to tears. Well, except for grocery shopping. That's fun.
I picked up one of these. What the heck, right?
|2009 Ducati Monster 696, 600 miles on the odo and not even a fingerprint on the body. (Craig's List)|