Concours on the Avenue
Drove to the village today to sit outside at Forge in the Forest with my dog Newport for a quick glass of wine and some steak nachos, but stopped in my tracks as I rolled down Ocean. I completely forgot that today was Concours on the Avenue. There before me, Ocean Avenue was closed off to showcase the most fabulous vintage Porsche, Jaguar, Woodies, Mercedes and rare vehicles being offered for sale in this once-a-year event.
I am not a car aficionado, but I love them. They flirt with you as you pass them by, tempting you to take a look back over your shoulder. They were always the center of attention and today is their moment.
I have to say my favorites are the pastel painted woodies with old surfboards on their roofs. The seats are upholstered in Hawaiian fabrics, their windows plastered with stickers, and always a bobbling hula girl on the dash. They’re vintage and retro and so very beachy.
If you are in Carmel, you are fortunate to be here for Concours d’elegance. The final day is on the 18th green at Pebble Beach, this Sunday the 17th. It’s the west coast’s version of Derby Day, complete with picnics on the green, champagne and cigars, and everyone dressed to the nines. It’s only once a year in August and it’s magical.