The Clairemont

Our friend, and acting tour guide, was born and raised in Berkely and used to live across the street from the fabulous Clairemont Hotel. We decided to park and check out the lobby, one of my favorite things to do. It was, as expected, fabulous and maybe one day I will spend a night there.

Mary, our friend, told us that she used to come in the hotel and wander around, take tennis lessons and use the pool. Her brother and other neighborhood boys used to slide down the laundry shoot which no longer exists-she asked. The lady she asked was also raised in the area and her brothers did the same thing.

This is a shot of the side. It was much larger when viewed from the front.

This was a view of San Francisco and the bay down below. Imagine what the view is from one of the rooms at the top of the hotel.

There is a friendly resident dog at the front desk to greet guests.

The front desk. The interior decorating was very modern. I think I would have preferred a more old fashioned look.

One of many reading areas.

Still Here

Still here with my mother in Arizona. I have to admit I’m feeling a bit bored. My Mom can hardly get around so we sit around talking and watching TV. I have had my fill of Fox News, not to mention most news. There is too much immediate news for me. My Mom is very religious too and of course wants to watch religious shows. I’m doing lots of reading, often next to Mom while she watches TV. She is also a big reader but it’s these books about home cures of just about any disease or condition using items often found in any home. She reads the newspaper from front to back too. I guess it’s a good thing thing she doesn’t surf the internet.

I still walk around the mall just about every morning. This is a view from the third floor of the marble floor below.

The entrance to the new movie theatre in the mall. It’s nice to stand in front of the entrance and feel the air conditioned air pour out.

Even the elevator shaft is decorated.

Some of the many, many brass handrails there. There are at least a dozen ladies there every morning polishing it along with cleaning the glass. I never touch the handrails now when going up or down stairs after seeing how hard they work.

Another

My Mom seems to be pretty much back to her former self although she is still a little weak. She had a fall so I am setting up wifi so she can have one of those home security buttons that she she can press if she falls-“I’ve falllen and I can’t get up!” as the commerical says. I want to find some sort of home health care which is a pain. We spend a lot of time watching TV including the Home Shopping Network where we kept seeing a mascara for sale called Monsieur Big by Lancome. Mom talked me into buying some so now I have stunning eyelahes.

Anyway, when my son was here, we made a stop at a historic resort called Camelback Inn. It was built in 1936 and was popular with Hollywood celebrities. It has a Spanish/Southwest ambiance.

You are greeted as you enter by this Indian statue.

The pretty lobby.

It is too hot to sit out on the patio.

Camelback Mountain from the front of the Inn.

Fusion

I’ve heard of restaurants serving fusion food but haven’t had any. I get sort of suspicious when I see a place that offers both Japanese and Mexican food. How could both in the same place be good? I was with my son who is on a business meeting here in Scottsdale and we were looking for some chinese food when we saw the name SumoMaya and decided to try it and, indeed, there was Japanese and Mexican food and it was good. I especially liked the interior. It wasn’t cheap though.

The front door.

See? Mexican and Japanese.

An interesting cocktail, sort of a mix between a Pimms and a Moscow Mule.

The bar.

I especially liked this tree which looked live but I suspect wasn’t as who wants leaves and sap dropping into their food?

Before We Began

Before we began walking the Camino de Santiago we went a day early to check out the area and stayed at the starting point for us in a village called Barcelonne du Gers in a beautiful gite called la Bastide du Cosset. It was in a really pretty older house full of antiques and a joy to wander around. There wasn’t much to see in the village itself.

From the back.

Looking down the staircase from the second floor.

A lovely set up on a landing. The owner also had a collection of chickens in one area.

Breakfast one morning.

The striking floor in the entrance.

Too pretty and delicate to use.

These were real flowers. I guess they won’t last as long as if they would if in water but I loved the look.

 

A Fun Experience

A friend and I were exploring the area around rue Montorgueil and she took me in to look at a restaurant, le Comptoir de la Gastronomie, which not only served food but also sold food items. They have ravioli stuffed with foie gras which draws a lot of people. It has a great interior as well.

One shot of the interior.

Another view.

This little place was right across the street. As we were exiting the restaurant, my friend saw a girl eating what looked like really good panna cotta and commented on it and then told them of another place that had even better. The couple, a father and daughter who turned out to be from Amsterdam, asked more questions and my friend had so much information-she’s a foodie-that they asked us to sit down and have a glass of wine so we did and had a really delightful conversation with them. They were so much fun that when they invited us to share a meal with them the next evening, we accepted. People who love food often make instant connections. I love food and trying new places but am no gourmet by any means but I’m game for new experiences.

We passed this interesting entrance as we walked to the bus stop with an Agnes B. shop behind.