More fabulous costumes seen on Sunday-just me, the costumed participants and hundreds of photographers

Especially lovely I thought.

I liked the colors.

I liked the gondolas in the background.

There’s a pose for you! I don’t know how you can look sexy in a mask but she did.

A little bit of a sunrise color in the sky. You can’t tell which nationality is under those masks. I’ve heard French,German and English. This lady could have been Japanese or Chinese as after I took her photo she gave me a little head bow.

Killer background.

Day Two in Venice


We walked and walked and looked and looked. No matter how manytimes you have been in Venice, it is still a delight. The nicest thing is the lack of traffic noise except for an occasional motor from a boat or the vaparettos on the larger canals. The streets are totally pedestrian except for men pushing carts for deliveries or picking up trash.


This is a common sight-walls that are no longer covered with plaster. Just old brick. There are buildings that were built as brick including some churches.

This is at back of an elegant women’s clothing shop. I’ve never seen anyone sitting there though.

Overhead an unusual statue of the Virgin Mary. I think she is pregnant.

A typical scene at a vaporetto stop with a gondola departing, a vaparetto arriving and the Rialto Bridge in the background. I was so annoyed with those two girls looking down at their phones instead of the beauty in front of them that I almost yelled at them. I restrained myself as I know it would have made no differnce and they probably would have flipped me off or something.


There are splendid views on top of the Pompidou Museum.

A giant sculpture of a thumb by Cesar is outside.

The famous venting system. The whole building is sort of inside out.

The view. Not bad.

Christmas trees leading into Georges, the restaurant at the top.

Here is a slice of the Pompidou down a narrow street.

The Clairemont

Our friend, and acting tour guide, was born and raised in Berkely and used to live across the street from the fabulous Clairemont Hotel. We decided to park and check out the lobby, one of my favorite things to do. It was, as expected, fabulous and maybe one day I will spend a night there.

Mary, our friend, told us that she used to come in the hotel and wander around, take tennis lessons and use the pool. Her brother and other neighborhood boys used to slide down the laundry shoot which no longer exists-she asked. The lady she asked was also raised in the area and her brothers did the same thing.

This is a shot of the side. It was much larger when viewed from the front.

This was a view of San Francisco and the bay down below. Imagine what the view is from one of the rooms at the top of the hotel.

There is a friendly resident dog at the front desk to greet guests.

The front desk. The interior decorating was very modern. I think I would have preferred a more old fashioned look.

One of many reading areas.

Golden Gate Bridge

A visit to the San Francisco area is not complete without a look at the Golden Gate Bridge.

A giant ship heading into harbour.

A view from the Marin Headlands.

A hiking path down below.

Me and the five grandsons who live in Oakland. I have four more grandchildren who live in Texas.

Another Canyon

There is another, smaller, less well known canyon in Arizona called the Canyon de Chelly (pronounced shay for some reason) that is much less crowded than the Grand Canyon and much smaller. It’s worth going out of your way to see.

The road there from Flagstaff-lots of open country and long roads.

A look down at some of the rock formations in part of the canyon that reminded me of those we saw in Utah.

It’s kind of hard to see but at the bottom of this canyon wall is an old Indian ruin called the White House. There is also a ruin in the ledge above it. I wish we had walked down to see it but it was really windy and cold and we were a bit under the weather to boot.

 A look at the solid rock on the canyon at the top. It had rained earlier and there were puddles here and there.

This was called Spider Rock. While we were standing there a girl was telling her friends about the canyon. I think she was Navaho as she kept saying “my people”. A bird started flying around the rock formation and she said it was an eagle and that for “her people” it represented a grandfather and good luck and that they were rarely seen here. I tried to get in my photo but it was too far away.