I’ve been to Montreal at least a half dozen times in my life, but always seemed to stay in the anglophone enclave of Westmount, and restricted my exploration to that area along with Saint Henri and the downtown. That recently changed thanks to a wedding invite that brought me to Old Montreal, the historic former […]
The circumstances surrounding my last visit to Santa Cruz (The city in California, in case you wanted specifics) are entertaining enough that I’ll explain them in some detail. An out-of-town friend had come for a three-week visit. After only three days, though, it was clear that she and I weren’t compatible for spending so much time together, and had done much better as casual friends among a larger social circle. But we still had weeks left before her flight home.
Seeing my plight, my local friends stepped in to help. One of them whisked us off to Santa Cruz, playing tour guide for her as I tagged along, grateful for the opportunity to step back and breathe for a few hours and have something of a getaway.
It was also a treat to see the town through someone else’s eyes. He treated us to lunch at Sitar Indian Cuisine, a restaurant I had never been to before but absolutely plan to visit on my next trip to Santa Cruz. He then distracted us with an hour of window-shopping. The women’s clothing stores, in particular, offered their distinctive California beachy style. While I could never pull off most of the looks myself, window-shopping at clothing stores is a great way to get a sense for the atmosphere and style of a place.
In this case, the beachiness hinted at by the clothes was, of course, entirely accurate. Our next stop on this particular trip was the rather uncreatively named Main Beach, where we frolicked in the sand and water until well after the sun went down.