
The otters were in rare form. I've never seen them this playful. They swooped around their tank with toys in their mouths that they would gleefully bang on the glass from time to time. They played like aquatic puppies crossed with aquatic kittens. Happy, happy, happy as they lumbered up onto their rock shelves to plop themselves down onto piles of crushed ice. Then off they'd go again to throw themselves back into
the water again. Rather manic little beasties!
As we approached the noon hour, the crush of humanity continued to increase until finally we had to make our escape. A short walk from the Aquarium was the Fishhopper, the restaurant we always eat at when we visit Monterey.
As all the people in the universe were stuffed into the Aquarium at that time, we were easily able to get a table with a perfect view of the bay.
Bruce looking gleeful because...
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...my meal came with a bib. It's difficult for most people to look sophisticated while wearing a plastic bib with a giant crustacean on it. I can tell from Bruce's grin that I was failing miserably at my attempt. Never mind. The crab was worth it.
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