Walking with a friend on the steep streets up above the Claremont Hotel last night we chanced upon the neighborhood llamas taking their evening passeggiata.
I am told the llamas reside on Vicente Road, hardly the bucolic idyll one imagines for these exotic creatures. But no doubt they have a good life there. We’ve seen three out before, but yesterday there was just a pair of them, and they were looking a little frisky, keeping their walkers on their toes.
A woman also out on a stroll turned to her companion and asked, “Are we really in Berkeley?” To which the answer can only be, “Where else could you possibly be?”
