Went to the San Francisco Asian Art Museum to see the Taiso Yoshitoshi ukiyo-e show. Trevor and I were commenting on how viewing these prints was like reading a story or watching a movie, so rich they were in both color and content. Amazing, the skill and precision, as well as the attention to small details, like the lone pinhead of red as dried plum on the green floor of a teahouse, or the tiny but perfect bloody handprints on the kimono of a murderer. Breathtaking.
Oh my, and in other Japanese news, I got my first taste of the famous cream puffs from Japanese sensation Beard Papa's today. Japanese folks know how to do sweets (and cheese fondue-injected minibreads: I buy them by the bagful when I visit -- gah!). I had the chocolate cream puff, and it was heavenly. Well worth trying to find a parking place around Union Square at 5 pm.
Haha, and speaking of Union Square, I see this quote in the entry for it at Wikipedia:
Grand hotels and small inns, and repertory, off-Broadway and single-act theaters also contribute to the area's dynamic, 24-hour character.
That "24-hour character" is also bolstered by the fact that just a few blocks west you can take in a lungful of second hand crack smoke. Just saying, for the tourists.