A picnic at Lake Elizabeth in Fremont. Note the crockery.
A happy picnicker.
While we ate, we were treated to a live performance of rare virtuosity. It seemed to be a free-form jazz odyssey mostly played on (I believe) traditional Chinese instruments. There are moments in life when a conjunction with art can leave you a different person.
We stopped at a winery on the way back which, without naming names, was the worst we have ever tried. Luckily we were also passing Fenestra Winery, which more than made up for it.
Drinkers.
Designated driver/creche worker.
Never too young to start on the strawberry basil martinis.
Our most regularly visited location all holiday.
My preciousssss!
But Daddy, I love her and want to run away with her to England!
