Monterey is cloudy. And gloomy. And beautiful.
There is a nice sense of nostalgia in the place, mingled with the stench of seaweed and fish, and heard amidst the sound of the barking seals and crashing waves.
I could never live there (but really, practically, who can?), but I simply love to visit Monterey. Cannery Row. The very haunting grounds of John Steinbeck himself. Honestly, I loved the fresh seafood more than the history during this particular trip… but there will be other visits. Next time I want to be sure to go to the fish market early in the morning and get shots of the fisherman coming in to sell their catch for the day.
Who else loves Monterey?