It was a gorgeous fall morning, and Cafe Elysa's coconut custard stuffed French Toast was calling my name. There was nothing at home that appealed to me, and while I was originally going to the French Bakery Cafe for a croissant, my stomach and taste buds won out. Plus I needed that extra energy for the 2 1/2 mile beach walk I planned to take afterwards from the Village almost to the power plant and back.
I could have opted for yoga on the beach (they were perilously close to the incoming tide, I (18 comments)
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