Saturday morning means a good walk for Conrad and me (even if Van were with us, he would likely not be getting out of bed that early, which is fine, of course!), longer than the ones we try to enjoy weekday mornings. Yesterday we went out and about in Pasadena, wandering north of the 210 a while and somewhat east before we came back to Old Pasadena. A total of a hair under five miles. And, as you may have guessed, we ended up at Amara Cafe.
Our usuals for breakfast, though with the cleanse removing dairy from my diet, it was oat milk in my decaf latte.
Conrad looked cute.
I enjoyed my arepa.
Conrad started taking photos of me taking photos until I told him to stop.
That goof.
Our habitual and welcome Saturday. All the travel in the fall will limit when we can make it to Amara, alas, but we will make it there when we can!
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