Griffith Park and Old Pasadena
Today's escapade involved driving to Griffith Park, but the damn thing is so big it was difficult to find. Try to find it yourself and you might understand this paradox. Anyway we had a tour along Mulholland Drive. Any of the houses there would do me just fine. Saskia threw a tantrum when she couldn't have ice cream after two rides on the Park's 1905 merry-go-round, we decided to return to Old Pasadena. There we had brunch at the Twin Palms restaurant. Sitting there listening to live New Orleans jazz, eating good food and having endless ice tea refills, I could imagine living in California for a while. But then I thought about dental plans, college fees and property prices and decided to put it off until near retirement.