Over Spring Break, my sister, Jules, and I were trying to recreate one particularly fabulous day last year when the two of us roamed the city at 6am, drank hot chocolate by the bay, and sat watching the dynamics of sea lion society for over an hour at Pier 39. This time, we took the waterfront walk from the Embarcadero to Fisherman’s Wharf and back, and then wandered up Market St. just in time to catch several gallery receptions at 49 Geary. The sun was out and everything was in focus. We ate paper-wrapped In-N-Out burgers that we just managed to order before a tour group of fifty French-speaking fifth-graders took over the restaurant, contemplated several knock-off purses and bags, and generally enjoyed the hours of sisterly QT that the 2.5 mile walk laid out for us.
Below, you can see Jules outside of the Thursday farmer’s market, and behind her, the line for those pork sandwiches, the deliciousness of which my mom has already described.
49 Geary is always a great place to stop if you are in the mood for a lot of art, fast. I enjoyed going with Jules, who has been writing a lot of art criticism lately. Our favorite show was in the smaller exhibition room of Stephen Wirtz Gallery, in which some of Castaneda and Reiman’s collaborative works on sheetrock were displayed.
It was a great day. I hope we’ll get to try to recreate it again next year.