Tickle Pink Inn


There is something über relaxing about sitting on the balcony, listening to Mozart, and drinking a fantastic glass of Chardonnay. Here in Carmel the temperature is a mellow 65, the ocean is crashing against the rocks below, and I don’t have a care in the world.

Sitting at our table, we are being visited by a western mountain jay that is intent on stealing the remains of my cornichons, crackers, and cheese. He’s actually quite friendly, and very comfortable with the people sitting here on the veranda. Yes I know how Bourgeoisie I sound. I don’t care. I’m so relaxed right now you could call me a Bourgeoisie yuppie and I’d be fine with it.