I am convinced that there is no better place to people watch than Surf City USA, otherwise known as Huntington Beach.
We stood on the pier, looking out onto the sandy sea of scantily clad beach go-ers. To our right, on the sidewalks, clothing was optional too. To our left, the little red dots of junior lifeguards' swim caps bobbed in the waves as they swam around the pier. Surfers, like student drivers weaving in and out of orange cones, rode the waves dodging the little red-capped swimmers.
And so we stood, watching, feeling like we belonged.