Our ship is ahead of schedule, arriving in Sebastopol tonight instead of tomorrow morning. Tom and I take the opportunity to skip the ship's dinner and find a lovely waterside restaurant on the promenade. We're the only non natives and struggle with the menu, but our dinner is great. We've traveled from summer to fall; walking back to the ship, we could see our breath.

Sebastopol is a city of monuments.

The welcoming throngs on the pier.