Went to Stephanie’s dad’s wedding in Kenwood on Saturday. Or I should say, I drove up in a Jag, as I had the esteemed privilege of chauffeuring Jean-Claude and Sabine to their reception. So of course I had to look good.
Made sure to get at least one shot of me in the suit for mom. Not bad, eh? After that, the jacket came off, as it was a beautiful and warm wine country afternoon.
Other than lots and lots of sparkling wine from Mumm, I got to eat a caramel-coated choux off a traditional French, just made that morning, saw it constructed with my own eyes, pièce montée.
Then on Sunday I went down to the city with Stephanie and her sister for some sightseeing, including a ride on the cable car—standing up at the front!