Mermaid Lane, Pacific Grove
It’s this long block near Lover’s Point, in Pacific Grove, which is an old Methodist revival camp down in the Monterey Bay Area. I love this block. It’s got that kind of hippie, seaside community feeling. I really, really want the town to have Hippie Day, which would be a kind of love fest. I’m working with the influential people (my mom) on this idea, and I’ve been working on it for a month. I envision karma police, old people in caftans, lots of drugs, perhaps free love and no war, stuff like that. Something everyone can get into. Macrame, sit-ins, be-ins, hand-woven headbands, tee-pees, homemade bread, amber, patchouli, oh the mind races with ideas.
PG is a tad too cute for me, but Mermaid Lane is the definition of twee, and this is just twee and cuteness on steroids. San Francisco has nothing on quaint old Victorians- PG has taken the gold in that category, my friend. I need to lay off the coffee. My superlative comparisons are going out of control.
This is a photo of a fountain, bubbling away, and a porta-potty. Because, having a porta potty in your yard communicates a kind of look that says, “Hey, I can go whenever I want to, wherever I am” especially if your bathroom is about 10 feet away from the front door, because it may just be that kind of emergency.