We were up in the chill morning and over the bridge

to Brian Gross, where the Leo Valledors were better than any of the ones we later saw

[above, L. Fleming and Leo; below Greg with L. Fleming herself among the Valledors

and her maquettes]

at SFMOMA, then drove downtown to the

Mission Street Garage

and went immediately to lunch

at the fifth floor restaurant [FAR more satisfying than that twee ground floor thing]

before circuiting

through a not entirely overwhelming selection of Mr Rauschenberg’s lifetime of works.

We then investigated the reinstalled of the “contemporary” galleries

[Mr. Bell [above] and Mr. Rosenquist

Mr. Bischoff

Mr. Kline and, below, Ms. Mitchell

a Beckmann and a Bechtle

Sandy Calder…]

and hung out in the coffee bar watching videos of various photographers in lieu of their works

which were unavailable as the entire third floor was closed for installation[s].

The day ended in my old Haight Ashbury neighborhood  with my former landlord D. Rumsey

and his amazing wife for a nice early dinner at Zazie before returning east across the bridges, going [back to] to the dogs.

Tuesday was when all this happened.