My wife and I ventured off for a long weekend to Pacific Grove, a small Monterey Penninsula city best identified by dual icons of monarch butterflies and Victorian architecture. We walked, we ate, we sat and watched the Pacific Ocean. It had been a dozen years or more since we last set eyes on a town that we explored when we first met nearly 35 years ago. It has lost none of its charm in a world that leans toward big box stores and shades of beige.
Even the trees in Pacific Grove have interesting design. Living in the arid Central Valley of California I also tend to forget about ice plants. Here are an big fertile belt of them to frame this old Monterey Cypress.
Another spectacle at the sight of the Point Pinos Lighthouse, the Pacific Coast's oldest continously running lighthouse.
A beauty in itself.
We got there too late to see the newly remodeled interior. This guy in the blue coat and his colleague told us it was closing time. Next trip.
The private residence of Dr. Hart in the good old days of style and taste.
Nothing beats an explanation of this old house.
We had a great breakfast in this busy family-owned restaurant.
What town wouldn't kill for such a benevolent mascot?
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