Thursday, June 17, 2004
Signs of the times: the planes are restaurants now--you pay for what you want to eat, no more food included in the ticket price. There's an a la carte menu and a complete meal price. You can still get a small bag of mini-pretzels and juice, soda, coffee and tea for free. But that's it.
San Francisco is as beautiful as ever. Every time I visit, I wonder why I don't live here. I went out tonight for good Chinese--crispy roast duck that's almost an obsession for me--and the setting sun on the French Baroque City Hall, the Asian Art Museum, the opera house and the modernist Davies Concert Hall etched them in sharply focused rays of amber light. I have arranged brunch on Saturday and something on Sunday with a couple of guys I know via the internet opera chat rooms, so I won't be completely without good conversation and companionship while I am here. But I want so much to be back home with Fritz looking at those rings!