We meet my brother here, his favorite beach, to swim at sunset. Really.
The water is cold, about 60 degrees F and did I say cold. It takes your breath away.
Then after a few minutes, warmth. It’s easy to understand how quickly someone can die of hypothermia. Not so bad, actually, and something I will have to remember.
Modeling clay and the museum guard kept insisting that this is the only place to touch in the whole museum, and finally we succumbed to fun.
Actually, this was hard to leave.
We learned that every Sunday someone comes by with a wooden mallet and pounds all the art added and then people start adding their own. I would like to see that.