The Hotel Del Coronado - one of the grand dames of stately nineteenth century wooden hotels - is haunted by memories of gentlemen in top hats strolling the grounds, with ladies in long evening gowns on their arms. Traditions such as high tea, and memorable Thanksgiving and New Years celebrations, hearken back to that fashionable era.
I set up my easel in the sand, and began to paint just as the morning fog lifted and golden light broke through, bathing the dignified old hotel in a radiance that seemed to banish the years.
