Ah, Los Angeles, endlessly diverting – I can never understand how you can drive along a pleasant tree-lined boulevard, and within a block you’d be nervous to get out of the car. Who makes the rules?
We had the great pleasure of staying with two darling little girls this time, and since we are a bit low on children this was most refreshing. Also, every meal was better than the last, from bouillabaise to hot sour coconut soup, the best mushrooms of my life at the Mulholland tennis club and brunch on Montana at Marmalade.
One of the things I like to do since my friends are so scattered is to look up the weather in their area. I have just written to Sheila in Hampstead, and I see that London is 61 degrees and it is raining – a proper autumn. Not like here, where it has be 90 degrees, more in town. Elly in Haute Provence is enjoying a civilised 73 degrees, and June in Dorset is benefiting from the Gulf Stream. It makes the world feel closer. As well as having them visit of course.
We have had blessed rain since we got home, and my figs are fit to burst – so I spent today doing table shoots. I have gone over to the dark side, but all will be revealed in November. I love the dark side.