VENICE, THE CONEY ISLAND OF THE WEST

Today, Saturday, January 18, we decided to go to Venice beach.  I've lived in California most of my life and ever been there.  It was originally challenging to get John to agree to go, because it's so far away.  I've discovered that people in SoCal have unpleasant thoughts about ging some places because traffic is always so awful, but sometimes these places turn out not to be all that far away.  For instance, I think Venice beach was lesser than 30 miles,and today being Saturday, it didn't take long to get there at all. In some ways it was different from what I've seen on tv and movies, and in some ways the same.  The big muscle guys showing off at muscle beach weren't all that muscl-y but the weirdos didn't disappoint.  

I

would say the Venice beach walk was about 8 blocks long and there must have been 5 marijuana doctors.  

Maybe more. 

We had the requisite gelato, and decided that at lunch time we would have fish and chips.  Then we walked toward the Santa Monica pier, though we quit before we got there.  Then we walked down to the water and walked back in the water.  We also went to a wedding on the beach.

When we finally had our fish and chips, it was so bad (undercooked) that we didn't even eat the fish. The chips were good, though.

There's a heat wave here, and this is just very unusual weather.  

It was about 85 degrees here today.  The water wasn't even all that cold, either.  I think it was warmer on Thursday and Friday, but we spent those days inside in over air-conditioned spaces, so we didn't enjoy the weather that much.  

I'm going to try to upload the last two days using my phone and see if it works.