Most of our time with Auntie June in Los Angeles was spent talking.
We talked about Uncle Michael (LOTS of funny stories), about June’s dogs Zeus and Luna, about politics in general and the upcoming elections in particular, and about family history. And while conversation is interesting, it doesn’t make for very good pictures. So here are some pictures about stuff we didn’t talk about.
Bea’s Bakery, on Clark Avenue in Tarzana, has been in my life since I met Grandpa Nelson. His Grandma Hannah used to live close by, and sent us to get pastries when we were visiting. But the bakery and its accompanying delicatessen have stood there since 1968, when Bea Litwak founded it and her husband Mort opened a deli next door.
This time, we got some tiny butter cookies with sprinkles, a giant chocolate chip cookie, and an even more stupendous mocha-filled Florentine, which I ate while sitting on the beach at Topanga Canyon.
And the sunsets were very nice, as well. This view over L.A. Fitness Gym was just too perfect.
It was a good trip, all in all. Good conversation, good advice, re-making family with who is left.