Just a couple of weeks ago the weather had cooled and I was forced to pull my lined trench from the back of the closet.
But Los Angeles is such a fickle place. I took Luna for her morning walk at 8:30 and the sun was ablaze. It was the most glorious November morning I can recall. Days like this always remind me why I live in L.A.
O.K., so what if I cant get a decent macaron and no one reads anything that does not resemble a script. The simple truth is, having the luxury of wearing a tissue thin sweater on a November morning is not a bad deal.