Enduringly in adoration, palpable praise of this place. Wine, dauntingly elevated cuisine, seraphic scenes. The ocean, I’ll always artistically dote on, venerate. Tasting amazing wines, delighted in dreamy dishes at Montrio’s Bistro. One day, if I could hold a home by that shore, listen to those waves, like a timeless tune...
I look at this picture, and wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up by the Monterey Bay, instead of the SF Bay. Winemakers of this zone, what through their meditations passes? What, if any, counsel do those waves provide? The Pinots, Syrahs, Chards from the city, and stages that surround (like Carmel Valley), have been on par with profound, at times beyond. Sitting here, glaring at these stills, jealous.
(Sunday, 8/29/2010)
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