A Day in Half Moon Bay

I recently had the privilege of visiting Half Moon Bay, a charming agricultural town on the coast between San Francisco and Santa Cruz.  The area is known for a great pumpkin festival celebrated around Halloween time, but I thankfully missed the crowds by a week or two and was able to bask in the relaxing, cozy atmosphere that blanketed the town like the clouds over the hills.  The day was filled with window shopping at various boutiques in the historic downtown (my favorite, of course, being one inspired entirely by Parisian life), an espresso from the adorable Blue Sky Farms, feathered friends who tried (successfully) to steal my cranberry-orange scone, conversations with the few beach-goers besides myself who strolled the coast (including a couple with an adorable dog and two young men riding horseback), and rhythmic waves on the shore to serve as an accompaniment to the Half Moon Bay experience.  What a beautiful, serene day it was, the likes of which can be described neither with words nor photos.  But here is my vain attempt: