Playing Hookey From Packing

This afternoon, we escaped packing for our Montana trip (plane leaves at 9 am tomorrow).  We set out to go to San Francisco via San Rafael.

First, we drove over the Richmond Bridge, spied a food truck line-up at Larkspur Landing, stopped, and ate a second breakfast sitting in the sun.

Food Truck where we bought lunch.  It's based in Berkeley.

Jerry's sausage, egg, and biscuit sandwich

Then, very spur-of-the-moment, we walked crossed Sir Francis Drake Boulevard  to see if a ferry to San Francisco was leaving soon, but,  alas, we'd just missed one and the next one didn't leave for three hours.  Bagged it on that and drove over the Golden Gate Bridge and into the fog.

We made our way along the western edge of the Presidio and through Sea Cliff to the Legion of Honor Museum, where there were two shows that looked interesting.

La Parisienne, 1945, Rene Bouche

The first was "Rene Bouche: Letters from Post-War Paris," wonderfully evocative pen and ink drawings of post-war Paris.  Vogue sent him there to cover the first couture shows in 1945, and he absorbed the culture of the times and wrote "letters" that appeared as illustrated articles in the magazine.  Well-worth seeing.










The show du jour was  "Man Ray and Lee Miller: Partners in Surrealism." Many people and a poignant story. Ray and Miller were artists in Paris between the wars and lived together as lovers from 1929-1932. The show explores "the lingering effect they had on each other's art." They were friends until Man Ray's death in 1976. Many of the works were lent by Miller's son.

Self-Portrait in Headband, 1932, Lee Miller.  She began her career as a model.

Les Larmes, 1932, Man Ray.  The tears are glass balls, the piece a tribute to the grief he felt at the break-up with Lee Miller

Back outside, we saw no fewer than four bridal couples having photos taken in the courtyard of the museum and out in front on the lawn, with the Golden Gate Bridge as a backdrop.. All the brides wore strapless dresses.  They and their bridesmaids shivered under jackets between photos.

Bride and bridesmaids shiver while groomsmen are photographed in the Legion of Honor courtyard

It took an hour and a half to drive back to Berkeley!  Much traffic.  Now we're scurrying around packing.  No blog posts while I'm away, most likely.  No WiFi in Glacier National Park.

Ciao!