My family and I spent a few days in San Francisco after my graduation (this was a while ago!), and we were thrilled to visit a quaint little town in the heart of the world’s third largest wine country (Sonoma/Napa Valley). We stopped in Sonoma for lunch and then continued the journey to the other wineries. I was enthralled by the town’s vintage charm -wooden white pillars and lamp posts adorned with Christmas heaths among pastel clapboard buildings.
The afternoon was cloudy with a burst of sunlight. Traffic was minimal. Women pushed strollers as they window-shopped. Old friends laughed over fresh coffee in the warm interiors of cafes.Tourists paused outside trinket stores to snap pictures (that’s me).
The founder’s grandson who looked no older than 12, greeted us and led us to our table.