I have survived eight weeks all told this summer in Palm Springs, mean temp. probably around 110. It does not cool off at night more than a few degrees.
Still, I would usually wait till the sun was thinking about going down to set out on my daily walk, often trolling the relatively untravelled residential streets bordered by Racquet Club Road, Palm Canyon, and Indian Canyon.
The sunsets were almost invariably spectacular.
I'm grateful for my time there, though am glad to be back among my people (such as they are) in L.A.
Now I can really start preparing for my trip to Rome, first two weeks of October.
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