Still life with a crime writer

Yesterday, my daughter went to a birthday party that lasted eight hours. What to do, where to go?

First stop: San Antonio Winery for lunch, a tour and tasting. Got my buzz on, left with two bottles of wine.

Onward!

As we drove to the 5, passed this:

And I made my husband U-turn and go back. Okay, not 'made' since he's just as game as me sometimes. We parked, got out of the car. A coroner cop(?) saw us and my husband explained me. Ha! The guy smiled (probably thinking nothing since this is LA) and wandered away. 

(Shoulda followed him and used my charms to get an impromptu tour. Dag-nabbit!)

So walked around - so peaceful on a Saturday afternoon.