Spring has come to California, in January. The highways are lined with fluffy pampa grass and patches of lemon clover flash bright yellow in the fields. Davenport beach is a quiet little cove surrounded by towering sandstone cliffs as is typical of the Northern California coastline. We delighted in the walls of barnacles and algae made us feel as if we were creeping next to a scaly sea dragon. On our way home, we stopped by the sleepy little town of Pescadero to buy a loaf of their world famous artichoke bread. Is it worth going miles out of the way for bread? If you ask me, yes! This bread is perfection: crusty shell, soft chewy inner with pockets of tart artichokes. They always feel warm like they just came out of the oven (no heat lamps in sight!). Plus these small towns always make me feel like we’ve traveled far away, even though we’re only about an hour outside of the Bay Area. Different pace of life I guess, and it’s not a bad reminder.
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