Instead of doing shrimp on the beach at Dago's, we accepted an invitation to a cocktail party held in a splendid home down in the colonia. The house sits right on the beach, has a wonderful open floor plan and is filled with comfortable, colorful places to sit and socialize. This is a little reading-cum-TV watching nook at one end of the living room.
When you get tired of any of that, just raise your head and look out the big sliding door.
An all-around fine evening.
Yesterday Ennrique, the door man, came to check out the doors we want to have repaired and refinished. All five of the exterior wooden doors have been badly beaten up by the weather and salt, so they'll be stripped, primed and varnished for what we hope will be another 20 years of fine service. He is also going to repair and repaint the front door and the garage doors. I'm switching from cobalt blue to oxblood red, and the outside of the house will be repainted a deeper brown than what we now have. The old shade has faded badly in the sun and now looks pale pink.
It's time for the opera, "Hansel and Gretel", from the Met.
1 comment:
Wowza, what a house! I'm quite sure you didn't wear the aptly named sofa pants to this glitzy social event?
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