Road Trip, Day Twenty Two: Chinatown, San Francisco.

Chinatown has so many memories for me. As a child we would have

family walkabouts here, where all the cousins on my Dad's side

woud meet in the city for some exploring and time together.

We always bought flowers that sprouted from clam shells 

when dropped in glasses of water. I yearly got a new silk coat,

and black mary jane flats with flowers embroidered on the toes.

We would eat a gloriously large dinner and talk about the old days

when my parents and cousins would come here with their 

parents and cousins. And so, the cycle continues...

Road Trip, Day Twenty: Conservatory of Flowers, San Francisco.

Mom and I spent the late morning wandering the humid greenhouses of the

Conservatory of Flowers. A delight for all the senses. Beauty for the eyes,

textures, shapes and colors. Beauty for the nose, orchids with their sweet 

and sensual perfume. Beauty for the skin and ears, as the mist hisses

and fills the air with moisture that reminds me of the rain forests of Costa Rica.

I suppose taste was left out, but we ate a delicious meal of smoked fish and salad

later in the day. They also had a photo booth set up in the middle of the Conservatory,

and we had too much fun and cried with laughter at the results. We also visited the 

the Japanese Garden. So calm and orderly after the wild vivacious abundance

at the Conservatory. Both places and styles bring happiness to parts of my brain

and heart. I love the wild abandon, but I also love the precise control.

It was a beautiful day in the City by the Bay, blue skies, warm, no jacket required.

Succulent Love.

Look at this delicious succulent garden.

I found it in San Francisco on my last trip home.

What a good idea!