After our visit to Shelley we headed in the late afternoon for the closest beach - Laguna. It had been a very hot day again. Others had already had enough sun and we had the place pretty much to ourselves.
This is the beach I remember best - where my father and I went for long exploring walks while Shelley and my mother mostly sunbathed. Which was considered healthy back then.
Above - Ann with wildlife
Ingrid and Lars finally getting to use their snorkels There was lots of marine life in and around the rocks that the waves were pounding.
Balboa Island - where my sister Shelley had a house and a furniture store in the early 70ties.
Long ago I spent spring breaks here along with most of the rest of the teenagers in the greater LA area.
It has become very posh since then. Partially, of course, because of the exorbitant rents we paid for the privilege of renting a broken down hovel for a week.
Looking at the footprints outside of Grauman's Chinese Theater which has another name now - Mann's Chinese if I remember correctly.
Hollywood Boulevard, where this theater is situated had degenerated beyond belief. Apparently the city is trying to do something about this but all the normal shopping is now gone and left are tattoo parlors and porno shops.