Dominic says:

Home of Henry Miller. Unbelivable scenery to boot. Dangerous driving - kept looking at the ocean views and nearly driving into it - only joking Mum.

Went to the 'Henry Miller Memorial Library', a suitably downbeat shack with books by the man himself and by various hangers on or men he admired. It was all great to see for me - the Rosy Crucifixion saved me in France - downside were the ridiculous people 'hangin' at the place. They clearly all thought they were writers and artists and living a strange and dangerous life but they are basically just self obsessed and dull - actually probably like I was when living in France!

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