The Promenade, where we mingled with paparazzi and the homeless.
The Santa Monica Pier was a treasure trove of sights and sounds.
We had 4 hours to spend, so we played with wild abandon.
Max loves miniature golf, so he could hardly pass up the chance to play over the Pacific, under a blue, blue sky.
I may create an all carousel photo album for Maria. This merry-go-round is very old and very lovely, and Maria said "Oh, Weee!" all the way around.
And Geoff? He survived the grilling. Tomorrow he flies to San Francisco.
May the Force be with him.
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