Reveries ...7/24/11

         I fought traffic, traveling in a moving parking lot, at 5 mph, across the Bay Bridge (see above),  as it snaked its way into---and through---the City. I prowled, intently hunted, while wearing a suit and tie, for a rare prize----a parking space, in this congested town, where this metropolis is squeezed by bay waters to 49 square miles. All this was the cover charge for the delights
the evening offered. For this night, my mind was not its analytical self: it's impossible being rational when entranced by this beautiful lady of a city. All San Francisco required of me was to feast upon the sensory banquet that the evening would provide.   I did.

          Petite women, artistically cast their bodies across the stage while pantomiming a Korean folktale about a daugther's love for a blind father. To watch a bit of it, click the video below.

          Symphonic music engrossed the ears,  overpowered the body and awakened the spirit. My eyes constantly adjusted to the array of colorful, fantastical costumes and set designs for the ballet performance viewed, in addition  to taking in the opulence of the War Memorial Opera house where this event took place.

      I wish you could have joined me. We would have had fun, together.  More details later. I have an appointment to keep.