We read the paper and chatted with the locals before heading outside to walk through the arts and crafts fair on the street. It was full of fun stuff to look at and nothing I was overly inspired to buy. This is my favorite way to shop - the way that involves looking but not buying anything.
The one booth that would have been tempting to buy from was a nice collection of wooden children's toys. Fortunately for me, my dad makes more gorgeous handmade wooden toys than any I have seen anywhere else. And thankfully I know they are completely safe and non-toxic, because just look at this diaper-bummed baby going to town on it with his sore gums and new teeth.
Later, the walk down our long street toward the beach. This one is always a mind-bender: you'd think that real estate so close to the beach would attract all kinds of fancy schmancy businesses. As it is I've had to completely give up the search for even a decent cup of coffee. The architecture is overwhelmingly blah and the shops (what few there are) are old and sad and have seen better days.
So the economy is tanking. But the beach and its weird flotsam are constant.
Living so near the beach always makes me feel lucky. To live on the edge of the earth! And the train goes right to it! It's such a neat thing, and something I'm glad to be able to share with the baby, even if he'll never touch a foot down on the sand, for all my fear of gargantuan jelly fish.
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