Yesterday's surreal moment:
Eating Mexican Food at the very loud Puerto Allegra on Valencia at 16th (I had a tasty but an inexplicably *red* chile verde; James had fried taco thingies) while a Mexican mariachi guitarist sang Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman." Puerto Allegra is closer than La Quinta (which up Mission a ways), and is a little more hospitable, but the food isn't as good.Both of these places are dives in the Inner Mission; neither seems to get metioned on websites much.
Afterward - on the way to pick up a carshare car to get groceries - James and I stopped by the used bookstore with the cats. Truly, petting the cats was the draw, but in five minutes flat I'd picked up a history of British India, a cultural history about the lives of Southern plantation mistresses, a book about a Jewish family in the Tenderloin around the turn of the century (recommended by a friend in Seattle when I told her how much I'd liked the Tenement Museum in New York), and. . . something else I'm forgetting.
James picked up the catalog for a show we saw at SFMOMA displaying the photography of William Gedney. I recognized his photos of people in rural Kentucky in the mid-60s as soon as James opened the book's pages. They made a huge impression on me at the museum, but then photography exhibitions are the only shows I consistently like at SFMOMA.
Anyway, those kitties cost us $40 in about 5 minutes. Book stores are dangerous for me.
8/20/2002 05:12:49 PM