After a day of horseback riding at the Hollywood Ranch, late lunch at the Farmers' Market on Third and Fairfax, a brief look-see at the Apple Store, we headed for the Hollywood Bowl. When I told the girls we were going to a Mozart concert, they said, "What?" "Mozart?" But they were good sports and listened respectfully through the 90 minute violin concerto and symphony numbers 32 and 39 without a fuss and "sorta' liked it." And since we were already parked at Hollywood and Highland, we had to look for Johnny Depp's hand and foot prints. All of us may need a vacation from our vacation.
