Today Gen found us something rather different. The Orange County Market Place is a huge weekend market, where sellers of everything from fruit to fountains turn up with their tents and hawk their wares. It was certainly an eclectic bunch. We got to sit in the new 4x4 Mini, which was parked on the same aisle as someone selling emu oil (one step up from snake oil?) The place was certainly popular, even with a $2 entry fee (Gen, of course, got us a free coupon).
After that we needed a return to the safety of a proper mall, and had lunch at old-favourite Ruby's. It was a final meal in a whole weekend of fine dining, and amazingly our flight back to SFO wasn't delayed due to fog. Thanks to James, Gen and Frankie for another wonderful weekend in the beautiful south.
Why won't they let me in to shop?
Finally inside, and not alone.
From now on I will never eat a pickle any other way.
Hmmm.
Hannah takes the business of buying kitchen gadgets very seriously.
That's a big claim, which Jim was unable to verify through extensive Internet research (i.e. Wikipedia).
Frankie and her dragonfly.
