Tonight there was a studio and gallery Culture Crawl. My youngest daughter was radiant in her San Francisco designer top and surrounded by her amazing art, the crowds murmuring appreciation. Her sister and I left early to walk the streets of Chinatown garlanded and glittering. We found a corner restaurant full of beautiful women, stars hanging from the ceiling reflected in the walls of glass, windows overlooking the cobbled streets of Gastown. We ate Mexican soup and tacos then called an Uber and rode home talking about roast elk, bear, rabbit and even snake with an Iranian driver. You need to add lots of onions, the driver explained. Some days are just good, I’m thinking now as I write all this down, and a cold winter ale foams in a glass by my elbow. Just good.
This is a photo of myself! The metal store front coverings in Chinatown have all been painted with beautiful mural art. This one is just outside my youngest daughter’s studio - Studio Doris. November 2025.
Such goodness! Thank you for telling us about it so wonderfully, Jude.