We braced ourselves for a marathon day of museum-going. Our ticket to the Legion of Honor would be good for a same-day visit to the DeYoung, so we decided to pool our powers of efficiency and enjoy them both. We began at the Legion of Honor.
The Legion of Honor is home to one of the few copies of "The Thinker" by Auguste Rodin.
Daniel thought about it.
The building was a work of art in itself.
We found a couple of pieces by El Greco, whose long, pious figures draped in shadows are instantly recognizable.
The place was fairly extensive, endless rooms that connected to one another.
One was devoted to the furniture of the French royalty.
A little alcove held mirrors of Louis XIV.
Scupltures by Rodin filled an entire hall.
Daniel took time to truly appreciate things.
We saw quite an array of Monets as well.
I was excited to see a Renoir I recognized.
Daniel was always connected.
It was truly a magnificent place.
Outside we found one of our better views of the Golden Gate Bridge.
We found our way to the DeYoung, a more eclectic blend of modern and traditional art.
Daniel doing his best George Washington. Yay for leaders who don't seek out positions of power.
A fascinating Andy Goldsworthy installation featured a meandering crack that split perfectly though rocks and ground.
The top of the DeYoung (which we had spotted from the living roof of the California Academy of Sciences) was encased entirely in glass, a multi-directional view of the city and bay. It was brilliant. We were a little tired by this point, so we sat and looked for a while.
On our way back to the car in Golden Gate Park, we spotted buffalo. Random.
We also passed a statue of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza kneeling before Miguel de Cervantes. We had seen some tourists stopping every ten feet and taking pictures by everything, including this, so we just had to follow suit.
We found some dinner at a little place that used quality organic ingredients to make delicious salads, soups, and breads. Then we drove to the beach nearby and sat for a while by the water, soaking in the last moments of our trip.
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