Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.
— John Steinbeck
We spent our Sunday in Monterey, a lazy, beautiful day of exploration & conversation. We thought we'd run into the typical terrible traffic x 1000 going home due to a PGA golf tournament, but it was the lightest traffic we've ever experienced in the area (and the aquarium was relatively empty compared to normal). Whatever the reason, it made for a much more pleasant trip than we'd ever hoped for. Love you, Monterey.