It was no Waikuku Beach, but at least Cousteau got to feel the sand between his toes and run through the sea. If you didn't look at the cranes on both sides of us and the freeway behind us, one could almost imagine that it was the beach.
Still, I guess Cousteau doesn't really care if it's a beautiful, pristine beach or a city bay; it's all the same to him.
Then we had lunch, sitting on the tail gate of the Cruiser, watching the ocean.
Home to catch up with some friends and to get Little Miss; she's had quite the weekend!
Then to the movies to watch Fantastic Beasts (and where to find them). Little Miss and I have just finished reading the screen play and it was great to see the characters our imaginations had formed in person.
Really tired now.