After touring, we found a bite — I indulged in a corn dog. So good for something so bad! We also spotted these unfortunate signs. Apparently, this is a disturbing theme rather than a one-off thing. A hotdog slathering itself in catsup? OK . . .
Back to the beach (of course) for another low tide stroll. Sea anenomes in “bloom” and a sailboat on the horizon at sunset. Sigh . . .