We sat down at a table underneath an umbrella, the sun too strong for our unaccustomed eyes. The air was warm on our arms. Lucy shrugged off her sweater and started dancing in her seat. We waited, glancing around at the other people around us. Most everyone wore sleeveless dresses or short-sleeve shirts. Even the three men having a business lunch to our right wore sandals. Our drinks arrived, finally. I did the annoying mama thing and made everyone wait while I made a photograph.
Even by the look of the drinks, I could tell we were in California.