Saturday morning L and M danced a short while, then came and collected me for the club’s group photo. All but one of the dancers was there; we later learned that the missing one was in the middle of negotiations to sell her house and couldn’t get away from the phone.
With that done, we got the car from the parking garage (Fifth & Mission garage, and a reasonable $32 per day) and started up the Coast Highway for Novato, to have lunch with L’s uncle Peter, whom she hadn’t seen in forty years. Traffic was solid across the Golden Gate, which was also socked in. A few miles later on we discovered that the traffic was all people going to Stinson Beach, and past that exit everything cleared up. The MapQuest instructions proved accurate, and we found the house with little trouble.
Peter’s wife Hélène served us a nice summery brunch, then sat and listened as Peter drew us both out about Texas, and he and L talked family stuff. (L thinks Hélène’s English may still be weaker than her French, for all that she’s lived in California for years.) We visited until mid-afternoon, then came back to town. Saturday evening was the banquet, after which L and M danced again until late, and I watched YouTube.
