Just returned from a drive on this gorgeous sunny day along the Silverado Trail, over to Calistoga and down to St. Helena, back to our lodgings. Strolled along Main Street in St. Helena, my goodness it's a relentlessly high-falutin' tasteful village, makes one long for a flock of plastic pink flamingoes or a gaggle of lawn gnomes. Many exquisite Victorian and Empire homes, often sporting wrap-around porches which fail never to bump my heart.
Calistoga is the downscale town in these environs where there are actual
farmworkers. There is a large constituency of Latino farmworkers and their families. Libraries feature bilingual collections in the children's area. Assorted tiendas and carnicerias here.
No wine tasting but we appreciated the bare vineyards against green furrows. Green everywhere and silvery olive trees. Also, cactus and palms, in case one forgets this is an outpost of the Mediterranean. Jim enjoys our drives as long I don't get lost and cranky therefore.
Returned to eggnog, Drambuie, cookies, small candles and more flowers (!) courtesy of the Auberge which continues to treat us grandly. Yes, spoil me, please! Jim decided the eggnog was lunch.
Happy times.
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