Lunch time and we were hungry so we headed toward Carmel-by the-Sea, a quaint village known for its heritage in the fine arts, dogs and the absence of house numbers. Clint Eastwood was once mayor.
Authors as diverse as Upton Sinclair, Sinclair Lewis, Robert Louis Stevenson and Beverly Cleary have called Carmel-by-the-Sea home.
And about that house number quirk – the post office said they wouldn’t deliver the mail unless the houses had numbers, so the people in the houses without numbers said “no problem, we’ll come to you.” So, the residents go down to the post office each day to get their mail. The houses tend to have names since they don’t have numbers. One lady wrote about how much “fun” it is to program her GPS without a house number.
Carmel-by-the-Sea also rejects street lights and parking meters – and outside the square mile of downtown, has no sidewalks.
We walked around looking for a place to eat which there were a lot of – however, we didn’t want a huge meal, just a sandwich or something.
And came upon the Tuck Box – a quaint English cottage with room for about ten people, a large stone fireplace and a bathroom so tiny, I could literally fit three of them in my closet and my closet isn’t all that big. We chose to eat outside on a charming patio with several tables – and a dog dish filled with fresh water for any dogs that might happen to be with us. Of which we had none.
We had lemonade and I had a deviled egg sandwich and Cindy had scones and
everything was all rather pleasant, sitting on there on that beautiful day, enjoying the food.
Later, we discovered The Tuck Box is a standard place to go when in town. In fact, it’s been in existence as a restaurant for more than 70 years.