Golden Gate Park

I was too tired to post yesterday. We took the bus to Golden Gate Park. It had been a while since I had ridden a bus and in San Francisco, the first seats are along the wall facing inward, instead of facing ahead. Signs say to yield seats to seniors and disabled. It was relatively empty at first and I figured that I was sort of a senior. The bus started filling up and soon there were many people much more senior. An tall, elderly black gentleman with a long white chin beard like Fu Manchu was guarding a young girl. I took her to be his granddaughter. A large woman in her thirties with a large wheeled cart, pushed her way through the crowd, and yelled into a cell phone. Most of the trip I was standing, holding on to the bar, trying not to fall down.

We went to the DeYoung Museum. They had sculpture in cages and a tower from which I took pictures. We went to a sculpture exhibition which did not do much for me, but then saw the teapot exhibit. Who would have thought what they could do with teapots. Sensuous teapots, robot teapots, political teapots, Andy Warhol teapots. By then my Stendhal's syndrome was kicking in, so Kathy continued looking and I went to sit in the garden.

There is a slideshow of some of the pictures on the right.