The last bit of Santa Barbara

I had hoped to post more while I was away but time just got away from me.

Santa Barbara is really beautiful but we had kind of run out of things to do---or at least it felt that way at the moment. Like many other folks who live in the area with the need to experience something different, we took the relatively short drive to Solvang. Solvang had started out as a Danish settlement but is today a touristy Danish themed town.

On the road to Solvang you drive on the Chumash Highway

which is also known as the San Marcos Pass. As I type this it is now snowing on the Chumash Highway, but when we went it was not.

We did pass

the Chumash Museum and the Chumash Casino. While along the Chumash Highway, Chumash refers to a tribe on native Americans. Those of us who listen to the world with Jewish ears, Chumash is what the first five books of the bible are called.

The ride to Solvang offers up spectacular mountain views.

We stopped at the overlook for several minutes.

We got to Solvang.

It's a pretty silly place.

The last time we were here ---our kids who have the great ability to push a silly joke to its outer limits made being here delightful.

We stopped in a bakery and had coffee and a roll.

The bakery was selling these pastries-- are they proto hamentashen?

I overdosed on the cute pretty quickly and just had to get out of Solvang---so we did and headed back to Santa Barbara.

On a different day we meandered in downtown Santa Barbara.

If I had passed this window display as a child I would have had nightmares for weeks

One public park offers trapeze lessons.

We didn't bother trying the N.Y. Pizza.

We did go into a wonderful antique store on State Street. They have an excellent and really well priced selection of vintage clothing.

This cookie jar stood on my childhood dresser. My sisters will likely point out that our cookie jar was painted differently. They are correct but our cookie jar was created using the same slip mold.

We passed the Cat Mewseum. The balance of goods in the store leaned heavily towards the kitsch rather than the fine art.

In Santa Barbara the variety and the fabulousness of plant life never ceases to amaze.

These blossoms look like muppets

A bit of Google searching let me know that these are Yew Plums. They are edible but we didn't try any.

We are one of the best meals of the trip here.

I strongly suggest eating the fish tacos.

I haven't quite figured out how to either talk about the last leg of our trip or bring this post to an elegant close. It's late and it's time for me to hit the hay so I will just bring this post to a screeching halt.

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