Life of Wry

Every time I come down to Palos Verdes, I end up spending a lot of time on or near the beach, specifically the area my mom calls, “my little stretch of heaven,” a three-mile length of shoreline called the Esplanade in Redondo Beach.  It’s just down the hill from where she lives, and while not a PV beach, it’s got a smooth, even, broad sidewalk on which to walk up top, and a forever strand of smooth concrete to walk on at sand level.  And, while it’s not a PV beach, it has a stunning view of the peninsula which I can just never, never get enough of.

Whenever I come down here, I take copious numbers of pictures of said beach.  It is beautiful.

Today, however, I’m sharing a picture of another regular haunt, the Bluewater Grill, a very basic, very reliable fish house.  We go every time I’m down because it serves hot sourdough bread and butter the minute you sit down, it prepares a dozen or two kinds of fresh fish in a half a dozen ways with sides that are just perfect (you get two), wine and coffee, and it doesn’t get better.  Nice views of the King Harbor marina, too.

Your basic fish house:

Mom, using her magnifying glass to suss out the menu.

And, okay, the beach.  We took a long walk after dinner and watched the sunset.  Not bad.