Yep, here we go again. Save the date on your calendar, here comes Art Basel Hong Kong right around the corner. Art Basel has a pretty good spread across the globe at this point, of course the annual in Basel Switzerland itself, the somewhat iconic although over rated Art Basel in Miami for all of […]
Welcome to Winters! This quaint, charming little Northern Californian town has everything you could ask for, and all without the price tag associated with life in the nearby Bay Area. At least… that’s what I told myself when I made the decision to move here from my native Berkeley.
While I wasn’t entirely right, I wasn’t entirely wrong, either.
But let’s backtrack a bit. With a population of just over 7,000, Winters is still off the radar for many people. If they know it at all, it’s as a gas stop on the way to spending a weekend on the water at the nearby Lake Berryessa, or the place where “that steak restaurant… you know… the Buck-something, isn’t that there?”
When it was founded, Winters had strong ties to the railroad. That’s long gone, leaving the town stranded. (As an urban woman at heart, it’s hard for me to take the town’s two buses a day — which are never on time anyway — seriously as a public transportation option.) This relative isolation, though, means the town has something even rarer than a great transportation system. It’s full of a compelling (and sometimes perplexing) assortment of contradictions that shape a unique whole, unlike anything else I’ve seen in all my travels.