Duartes

Duartes is a sultry place.

Mixed in with locals, a juke box and an 1800's era bar original to the place. It is still owned by the same family in tiny Pescadero about 2 miles inland from Highway One between Santa Cruz and Half Moon Bay.

It's a place to be lonely and a place to be with a lover. Not touristy as there isn't much to see but the sweetness of this little uncommercial bug's ear of a town. Duartes, pronounced doo arts, is the only thing holding it together. The biggest store/deli burnt down recently. The potential is there but the cool little shops are always closed when I'm there which is never on a weekend.

There is a beautiful, yet plain 1880's church at the end  of the street and a lovely country cemetery just beyond with views. It's quiet there.

The food is bar fare but with some great stand outs. A fried abalone sandwich on toasted white bread and artichoke soup, also their famous pie which is sold at New Leaf grocery frozen.

I just want to put on the jukebox and make out there, it gives me that sort of yearning. Not many places do that but Duartes is one of them.

No need for an address, you'll find it.

                                            Pescadero church with hawk feather