Return To California And Beyond

So on August 24th we jetted from Toulouse to Paris, took the familiar Air France bus from Orly to CDG, and then jetted to SFO. I watched The Big Lebowski again; and again. It's becoming something of a long haul ritual for me, when available, as it generally is. After a hundred viewings or more, it is still my favorite movie. And in English too. (Incidentally, I watched a bit of the French version, a disappointment, frankly, The Dude replaced by Le Duke, and Jeff Bridges' character "in whom casualness runs deep" is replaced by a gangster/tough guy voice). "Hey, attention, homme, il ya une boisson ici!"

Waiting for us, of course, was grand-daughter Penelope, now 16 months old,
and well into toddlerhood

Middle California is a nice place, and I'll allow as there are
some nice folks there, but the main attraction is P, here in her
swing at the Holbrook-Palmer Park in nearby Atherton

And here with Mama at the Rio del Mar Beach at the south end of the Peninsula

Visibility was about 1/10th of a mile, tops; yes, the water was cold, but P took to
it like the California surfer girl she'll soon become...

And here we are, a week later, at the Art and Wine Festival in Mountain View

A few not-so-nice folks at the Festival

Moments after the Happy Baby suck-bag incident in Mountain View

World's greatest tie-dye outfit, courtesy of grand-aunt Carole and cousin Lexi

And the travels continue, me on an NEH site visit in Laramie,
Wyoming

And in the beautiful old Plains Hotel in Cheyenne; some
nice folks in Wyoming, too