This may be my favorite bike bike rack.
Originally we wanted to go to the Farm for breakfast but because of the wait we ended up across the street at L'Atelier Cafe, owned by a young French couple. It was so cute and so delicious.
Their croissants, which they make in house, were not Costco size, but a perfect French size.
Petit déjeuner- it is called small lunch for a reason.
Petit déjeuner- it is called small lunch for a reason.
We drove five minutes away to Taquitz Canyon, owned and operated by the Cahuilla Native Americans, the people who lived here for thousands of years before it became a tourist destination. It costs $12 per person to hike here, a simple three mile out and back, but I guess it is the least we can do for taking the rest of the land. I will consider it a donation.
(Plus, there is the convenience factor...)
So exciting! We saw big horn sheep!
If this area wasn't scattered with Cahuilla monitors I can guarantee you that there would be people in this pristine water.
Instead we had to wait for the pool.
Our time is coming to an end as we observed our last beautiful and bountiful bougainvillea and dangling metal lamps.
We picked the perfect Italian restaurant to eat at, Kalura Trattoria, owned by real Italians!
The pasta was fresh and amazing.
Who has ever heard of eggplant filled ravioli?
It could not have been better.
Chocolate dipped spumoni gelato.
It is all as good as it looks.
Goodbye for now, Palm Springs!!
(And Brittany.)
Dear Brady,
ReplyDeleteYou have the best luck with the Big Horn Sheep. WOW. I love that hike, too. It is worth supporting the indigenous people, plus that blooming yellow flower, wow.
Your feast looked delicious. I think it's funny that your real Italians have a K in their names, as there is no "K" in the Italian alphabet. I'd love to know that history.
Great last day for you two. I love P.S. I need to get back there, after seeing this!