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Travel reports and musings of the theatrical sort.
San Francisco was, as always, San Francisco; and I have acquired my annual sunburn. There was also Fun at the Theatre, as we saw The Kyogen of Errors (a very Japanese Comedy of Errors) at the Palace of Fine Arts. I was confused to discover that the Palace is a Bernard Maybeck Romanesque-ruins thing, and the theatre is actually in the same building as the Exploratorium. I rather liked the Palace, even if it is pink. The figures atop the pillars were leaning toward the inside of the foursquare arrangements, rather than being splayed on their backs like they usually are. Not so picturesque, maybe, but doubtless more comfortable for them. And then there was…the incomparable Kate Mulgrew in Tea at Five! A moment, please. *recovers from massive squeeage* (To boot, the household is now on a Katharine Hepburn-movie kick.) We wandered around Chinatown, bravely ordered lunch (I amused our dining neighbors by picking embedded bits of green onion out of my rice noodles and Chinese fried bread with chopsticks), and did not buy bubble tea as we were running out of time. But we did go shopping on Maiden Lane at the last minute, and you can all laugh at me when you see what I bought.
( Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd/Came to my tent; and every one did threat/To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard )
San Francisco was, as always, San Francisco; and I have acquired my annual sunburn. There was also Fun at the Theatre, as we saw The Kyogen of Errors (a very Japanese Comedy of Errors) at the Palace of Fine Arts. I was confused to discover that the Palace is a Bernard Maybeck Romanesque-ruins thing, and the theatre is actually in the same building as the Exploratorium. I rather liked the Palace, even if it is pink. The figures atop the pillars were leaning toward the inside of the foursquare arrangements, rather than being splayed on their backs like they usually are. Not so picturesque, maybe, but doubtless more comfortable for them. And then there was…the incomparable Kate Mulgrew in Tea at Five! A moment, please. *recovers from massive squeeage* (To boot, the household is now on a Katharine Hepburn-movie kick.) We wandered around Chinatown, bravely ordered lunch (I amused our dining neighbors by picking embedded bits of green onion out of my rice noodles and Chinese fried bread with chopsticks), and did not buy bubble tea as we were running out of time. But we did go shopping on Maiden Lane at the last minute, and you can all laugh at me when you see what I bought.
( Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd/Came to my tent; and every one did threat/To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard )
