when you get Directions to a sunday gathering that includes the words “follow the fairy lights” and “park by the airstream trailer” you know that you are going into the magical late 60s land of Topanga Canyon (for a brief history of the Land do visit this site here).
we cannot say Where exactly we were.
Or who was there (because we are Most Discreet, as you know).
but there was talk of Paris and Lisbon and photographers and designers and authors and Soho Lofts and sailing yachts and rescued cats with aristocratic feline offspring and a Truly magical-whimsical-surround of sumptuous hills and glorious Vistas and a brass bed on a ledge and a long french farmhouse table with bread and freshly baked cake and the biggest, sweetest strawberries in sunny southern california.
a blissful experience.
we’re still tingling.
this land is very healing.
said our host with a smile and a look into the middle distance over the hills.
indeed it is. and it was. and we needed that.
thank you for an enchanting afternoon!