The Rose Of The Bowl

A few weekends ago we finally made it to Rose Bowl Market! Yes, finally, because this is something I've wanted to do since arriving here in November last year! Madness. I know. Who waits that long to do something?! Me, apparently.

Anyways, turns out it's only on one Sunday out of every month, and that I work most Sundays, and Husband does whatever he does on Sundays that keeps him out of my hair. Hehe. The wonderful thing.

So anyways, we went to Rose Bowl! And managed to go on the only Sunday in ages which was completely overcast and chilly. But that's ok. We made up for it by walking lots, eating hot German sausages and steak sandwiches, and drinking champagne out of plastic cups while overlooking the very empty Rose Bowl Stadium. (The market takes place around the stadium - but you're allowed in to sit on the bleaches and sing war cries, and drink champagne. Obvs.)

This was our Rose Bowl team for the day - me, our lovely friend Ambar, and Husband.

And in case you were wondering, Husband is indeed, better with butter. Most things are.

So there were trinkets, and jewels, and junk. And lots and lots of stalls.

What a fun way to spend a somewhat overcast, somewhat chilly Sunday. Especially since afterwards we went and drank wine and ate cheese at our favourite French restaurant, just around the corner from our house. Yum!

 And dessert. Yes. Did I mention the dessert? Because obviously you need dessert after cheese and wine. These are the things that Sundays do to you. I blame it on Sundays.