Todd on the rooftop garden of the Inn. We watched fireworks up there in the evening!
Me on a small landing, with steps leading down to the beach.
The Thomas Kinkade National Archive. I mean, really. The discovery of this led to an interesting discussion of whether the term "art" could be applied to anything that claimed to be art, even if it was as terrible, soppy, and completely unoriginal as...oh...a Thomas Kinkade painting, for instance.
The leafy entrance to Old Monterey. Cute touristy shops, an arthouse cinema, and a theater. Even a bridal shop called "Never on Sundays" which was, unfortunately, closed. (Although since we are getting married on a Sunday, I didn't mind too much...)
The harbor...very calm and peaceful, and with a pier at which twenty different cafes sold twenty different "best clam chowder of Monterey"'s!
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