Inside SF MOMA
After porridge and pineapple buns in Chinatown, we headed down to SF MOMA for one last glut of art before heading out. Two interesting photography exhibits, collages, paintings: oh my. After three days of viewing, suddenly we realized we were arted-out. We were at the stage where everything was wildly beautiful: buildings, construction, traffic, every angle a work of art. Not a bad place to be, I assure you, but we were also in need of a chance to just put up our feet and rest. It's called going home.