I stopped at the North Beach Festival and watched the street artists using chalk to cover oily parking slots on Union at Grant Street.
Two men were building a sand replica of Las Vegas at the same corner. One can only wonder why.
And then I met Jane for a picnic in front of the Palace of Fine Arts before going inside to the Ethnic Dance Festival. There were busloads of tourists milling about, taking pictures. We could hear the taiko drummers rehearsing. They were outstanding, as was the whole show. It always is.