We admit we don’t make enough time for our hometown. It’s a beautiful place, casual in style, effortless in approach. Santa Monica is the definition of “don’t sweat the small stuff” and we love its breezy, bright, oceanfront palaces. But like any hometown, each visit has the tug of a bungee cord beckoning repatriation. Two glasses of bubbly and we were safely back in the Hills, coddled by oak trees and the familiar breeze of the Santa Anas. The following are souvenirs.
Casa Del Mar Hotel entrance:
Casa Del Mar lobby bar:
That view:
