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Recharged, we decided to keep looking for outlet stores. Our unsuccessful
search lasted well into the afternoon as we kept on walking all over...
Exhausted, we found ourselves in the
Yerba
Buena Garden. We kind of just walked in and out, stopping by to use the
facilities...
Nearby, we found the
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.
The meaning behind Modern Art continues to elude me, despite my trying
to comprehend the meaning behind a canvas painted white or a crumbled
paper under a glass display.
This museum also features a Yoko Ono exibit simply named "Yes
Yoko Ono". The billing states the display as 150 works
on view explores the artist's early work in conceptual painting
and film as well as her more recent projects in bronze sculpture
and installation from Yoko Ono's 40-year career as an artist,
poet and composer. Why do I shudder when I see the words
"artist", "poet" and "composer"
in the same sentence with "Yoko Ono"?
Honestly, I thought this exhibit was really pathetic.
I never really liked Yoko, but after seeing this exhibit, I really
felt sorry for her - she definitely was (is?) a troubled soul. You know how
some people are on that line between genius and insanity? Well, Yoko's no
genius...
We then went for an early dinner at the
LongLife
Noodle Co. in the Sony Metronome.
Nataliya really liked her wrap, and my chicken chow fun was ok. (There was
an interesting taste in my food - perhaps it's an acquired one.)
Afterwards, we went back to the hotel to drop off a few things and get a little
dressed up for the show.
The show was definitely entertaining, but I'm glad Nataliya talked me into
getting the $35 seats, despite the long walk up several flights of stairs
to get to our seats (not to mention the nose bleeds and the thin air)!
After the show, we stopped off for a bite at
Max's On The Square
(review),
a nice jewish deli restaurant by the theatre. I had a meal and although
Nataliya didn't want to eat, she gave in and had a "s'mores cheesecake".
Then, although we were exhausted and just for fun, we hopped on a cable car
to Fisherman's Wharf - and back again! Hey - we don't have these in Manhattan
and we weren't quite ready to go to sleep! Anyway, within an hour after hopping
that first cable car, we were back in the hotel, ready for sleep.