San Francisco
Last night we went to Francis Ford Coppola’s restaurant but the service was so bad that we left without ordering. It turned out to be fortuitous as it led us to a tiny Italian restaurant with ten seats, for the best lemon cake I have ever had…with a glass of Prosecco, all for less than a glass of wine at FFC’s.
Best sight seen today: a very buff young man wearing a domino mask with large silver wings above his head, a black shiny thongs, and stilettos with a diamante strap across the instep. K thought is was a little much before breakfast, but I thought it was great way to start the day. The rest of the day was like dress up day…acres of flesh, spandex everything, glitter, rainbows and far too many tutus. I didn’t imagine that they even came that large.
The parade was too crowded so I went to a couple of the parties — they were remarkably well behaved, and everyone seemed generally happy. The Supreme Court decision this week that gay marriage was legal resulted in the sight of some large men in wedding dresses, and many people in rainbow mukluks.
On the way back to the hotel, a young lady gave us a sample of eye cream made out of merlot, and then invited us into the shop to demonstrate the other merlot based skin products. After she had put two products on our eyes, and then demonstrated three more on our wrists, she told us the price…it was about $1000 US…which seems a little immoral when there is a man sleeping on the sidewalk two doors away. She seemed surprised when we didn’t buy any considering the remarkable transformation that she believed we both had undergone.
Time to pack for home – and figure out how to carry all of the books we acquired or bought.