I spent a day a few weeks ago strolling through the resort town of Balboa Island with my dearest cousin Karen.
I really couldn’t think of a sight that was more Newport Beach than a Paul Frank beach cruiser parked outside a fancy seafood restaurant.
Southern California is such a deeply weird place at times. A place of extremes. The beach bums and the high society matrons are frequently married to each other, the arch conservatives shop at Whole Foods, and this little tiny island, with it’s quaint little houses and old fashioned candy store, has some of the most expensive real estate in America.
It’s fun to visit, but boy is it a whole different world.
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