Attending the beautifully, refurbished Geary Street Theater in San Francisco was a treat for the senses. The profound Dickens Christmas Carol, with old, familiar and endearing messages of greed and poverty; redemption and joy, of which we never tire. And, the theater itself, (no pictures,) but I can attest to its gold burnished decor, comfortable seating and rich, traditional interior that makes going to a “play”, a grand experience. The huge cast performed on a stage with suggested scenery that still conveyed the setting even to our ten and eight year olds. They were spellbound, as I was.
My daughter, quite smartly read Dickens story to Owen and Theo a couple of weeks before the event.
We had good Indonesian food at Boroduro. The boys favorite was chicken sate and the shrimp krupuk.
And, from our seven course lunch, Virginia and I favored the lumpia and the chicken soup. The soup was redolent of lemon grass, the sprouts were crunchy, boiled egg and greens added protein and flavor. Oops, can’t forget the black sticky rice and coconut milk desert. Such flavorful choices.
Then comes the other joy of a day trip to one of the world’s greatest cities, walkin’ and gawkin’.
Street scenes where you are likely to meet unlikely looking Santas at this time of year.
And, crowds of happy shoppers;
Or a piece of street sculpture just waiting for you to happen upon it, half hidden in a shop indent.
Decorations on the buildings that signal a festive time of year, no matter what your belief’s about Christmas are. A day isn’t enough and each time we visit we pledge to come more often.