XXXVI: Tea, No Sympathy

We got to leave the house today, which has become a rare treat. We went to Golden Gate Park. She bought some art. And then, because buying art is tiresome, we had to have a bit of a sit down:

After which we visited the Japanese Garden. All very scenic:

There were faux temples . . .

And real bridges . . .

You'll notice as a rule I keep John between me and
the child. Better for everyone that way, really.

And stairs.

And after all the hiking about, we had tea.

John says it was sencha.

Oh, but here is the artwork:

Yes, John, I quite agree. We are works of art.

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