Bookstore. In LA. It’s famous and we wanted to see it during our last day trip down below.
The real reason we went was for an appointment at the rheumatologist for Grace. She never gets good news at these things. It took forever and after we rewarded ourselves.
Grace bought a book of cat poetry. After we went to lunch and ended up at the big man bakes bakery, who threw down with Bobby Flay (and lost, but still) for cupcakes.
It was a fun day, mostly.
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