My little Jewish French cafe is closed this morning but found a different coffee bar to enjoy a croissant in and then parked myself on the beach in the early morning to watch the insane little sand pipers run along the beach before there were other people there to scare them off. Mark and I went out to dinner now that the conference wasn't holding his attention. We found a lovely little Italian restaurant within walking distance across the causeway. We shared a bottle of Malbec, I had the Fettuccini al Salmone in vodka sauce and Mark had the veal ravioli. Over dinner we realized it was precisely our 6.66 wedding anniversary, four more months to the day we'll have be married for 7 years. We shared the cutest profiteroles for dessert and then strolled over to the beach for a moonlit walk.