I am confused why we had to leave Palm Springs. Is it bad that I could be fine and be retired right now…
Okay, maybe not quite yet but if I had to pick somewhere to retire right this second it would be here. Between the retro kitschy chic furniture and ice cream shops, I’m not sure I need much more to keep me sane, relaxed and happy. I wish I had more things to add up here but I’ve run out of blogging juice, all I want to do is get to the pictures so without further ado…
Arrive at the Palms
I wanted to throw in a few extras in terms of recommendations and places we enjoyed during our time in Palm Springs. You’ll notice that we didn’t eat breakfast yesterday and that’s because we ate at Reservoir at the Arrive in Palm Springs. This awesome hotel/compound includes a very cute coffee shop, Ice Cream Shop, and the Reservoir aka the site of our breakfast said morning. The best thing to do when brunching at the Reservoir is to order a “build your own” bloody mary. You are given a base and can then add whatever toppings you’d like before sitting down to dine.
Ice Cream, You Scream…
We made it to the Ice Cream Shop(pe), we ate ice cream til our brains turned off. Okay, I know that’s not at all what 50 Cent would have hoped I’d done with his masterpiece but this place had the word shop in it and I took my opportunity.
THAT Pink Door
Here’s a little bonus before we headed back. We trolled around the Palm Springs neighborhoods gawking at the amazing homes. “That Pink Door” is a known spot for PS enthusiasts along with Frank Sinatra’s Twin Palms. The neighborhood is full of postmodern architecture and this door is the most famous. You have designer Moises Esquenazi to thank for this pop of pink. While he may or may not live here anymore, whoever the inhabitants are – thank you for tolerating photo taking. We had to wait for an intense DSLR photo shoot before our turn. We snapped a quick one on my phone and left, trying to be not too obnoxious.
Sunny Dunes, Hot Deals
Yes, I made Ben screech to a halt and veer into the parking lot of the Sunny Dunes Antique Mall. Was it worth it? Definitely. My only regret was that I didn’t drive there in a Uhaul and buy everything. Items left behind that I am still thinking about vintage radios, vintage glassware, more neon signs. Did I say more neon signs? I should mention that much to his dismay I fell in love with a neon sign shaped like a cactus. We then shuffled it from there to the airport to SF where it was on the brink of being destroyed by callous, fellow passengers every single anxiety inducing step of the way. Yes, these will all be iPhone pictures, I couldn’t concentrate on my DSLR. Pre-apologies.