Saturday at Newport Beach, the week before Labor Day.
We arrived early, anticipating crowds and parking difficulties. Headed toward the waves. Splashed, examined seashells, and people-watched. But where was the crowd?
Got some exercise on the three sandy miles between the Newport and Balboa Piers. Found a black shell (which I regret NOT collecting), observed what martial arts students do at the beach, then strolled along the boardwalk (where the return was only two miles long.)
Most of the beachfront houses sported pristine porches, tiny back yards and occasionally, contemporary (and wonderfully minimal) design. We took a few group pictures.
p.s. George took the last picture.