Where's Jerry Lewis when you need the man?*

There was a Bastille Day festival in our neighborhood today. They blocked off the street, poured some sand and held a pétanque tournament. Roughly 12,000 people (literally) converged on our little neighborhood to celebrate France's independence. 
It was a good time with decent booze, but a little hot, sweaty and full of rude people. All in all, a pretty decent representation of the south of France.
*To all "The Frogs" fans: you're welcome.

Still Life with Eightballs and Cranberry Beans

The farmer's market in our neighborhood finally had real produce. Oddly enough, they had all the random high maintenance produce Karen was looking for, but no decent tomatoes. We're really not so sure about this town.

World Cup Fever

Erik caught a little case of the World Cup Fever while visiting friends in California. Karen's had the disease since 2002, so really, it was only matter of time.
Fortunately, the Burgs found a cozy table at their favorite speakeasy, The Clover Club, to watch the final game today. Nothing says sports fan like high maintenance drinks and a TV that was only installed for the World Cup. Right?

We admire their candid approach.

Good job not sugar-coating the truth, San Francisco. In a state full of people terrified of being perceived as aggressive or overly direct, we were surprised to find a sign that was so honest and abrupt.
I think we were expecting something more like: "So, um, it's like not a good idea to hike over here. People have gotten um, hmmmm, not alive I guess. So you might want to be careful! But it's your life and we don't want to tell you what to do, so I mean, do what you want. It's cool."

California Dreaming . . . on a disgusting hot humid New York day.

The Burgs visited Team Elckley at their new Oakland home recently. We had a great time and took a lovely stroll on Land's End Trail with them (thanks again Elckley's for being such lovely hosts!). We thought you might enjoy the view.