lots of them (primarily male)
playing in the big waves.
Then, this afternoon, we went to The Getty
and saw paintings that I will not try to describe, by Monet, Manet, Cezanne, Renoir, VanGogh, John Singer Sargent, Gaugin, Degas, and so many many more. They took my breath, and words, away.
And the buildings themselves aren't too shabby.
and neither was the view. We ate a picnic on the terrace in the cool late afternoon,
and Mother Nature painted possibly the most beautiful picture of all.