Santa Monica Pier

AFter a pretty dull pool bound morning whilst The Man sorted out the hire car crisis, we headed to Malibu to see the rich and the beautiful. I got a little over excited when we got to the PCH, and if it wasn't for the fact I was driving a (somewhat downgraded) Dodge Caravan full of kids demanding their next snack and asking why this new hire car didn't have Radio One, I could have almost been Marilyn Monroe.

Unfortunately, on arrival, we discovered that we were about 5 hours too late for a parking spot, so headed back to our personal favourite, Santa Monica. I love Santa Monica. In fact, I think my poor puts-up-with-everything husband heard the words, "Well, do you reckon you could get a transfer over here?" more times than he cared to remember.