Back over the bridge and home

It was dark when I crossed the bridge this morning, and it was dark when I returned with my abalone limit this evening.

As I pulled into The City, I was assigned a stop to pick up dinner. In line at Taco Bell on Lombard, a reminder that Halloween is indeed The City's most important holiday.

-- Sent from my Palm Prē

Après-dive

We lunch on fiendishly good sandwiches at Trinks in Gualala.

I am enjoying "The Russel" (Roast beef, roasted red bell peppers, red onion, mayo and horseradish cheese, served hot). I don't know how it got its name.

After lunch Doug finds the fiends in the kitchen responsible for the sandwich (yes it is Halloween).

A bit of Provence in La Jolla

Phillipe and Nora hosts a Halloween reunion of new and old friends, most of whom we first met at Wes and Susan's party in Provence earlier this summer.

A perfect table and...

a warm night with a great setting.

A toast from the host among friends.

Squash soup starter, then...

foie gras (of course) and...

steak au poivre.

What more could a Frenchman ask?
Note: This is a Charlie Chaplin mustache, not - you know - that other guy.

Halloween Party at Phillipe & Nora's

A reunion of the Provence party participants.

Justice League of America? Simultaneous smoking and dancing (don't try this at home) .

Susan, Carolin Gigi having too much fun.

Sigrid and Victor

Typical Frenchman