(i've moved SUZANNE up to the top of my playlist – righthand sidebar – click play to listen while you read! or not.)
Back from my journey of 800 miles to see Leonard Cohen in San Jose. The last stop on his North American tour. His next stop will be France in early 2010, where I hear he is deeply loved. It was a fantastic concert. Rich, beautiful, humorous. I loved the way he speaks his poems out to the audience like a conversation. Ahhhh. A perfect night of enjoyment with an old friend. We hung on each word.
If you find yourself in Berkeley, you'll want to stop in here at Le Bateau Ivre. Its great charms are evident in the perfect ambiance and the pear raisin pie a la mode.
We also visited a GIANT scrapbook store on 4th street that was filled with stuff. Oy. Have you been into a scrapbook store lately? I haven't. I felt like
A. a kid in a candy store
B. a bull in a china shop
I picked up some things I am dying to cut up, and sew onto other things.
Next stop was here:
Where we were rewarded with a stunning view of the San Francisco Bay. We walked through the rambling hillside gardens that are designed like an amphitheater. Wide stone terraces and benches are scattered throughout. Next time I come I'm bringing my journal, a book, and a picnic lunch.
LA is my girl and always will be, but I always find myself seduced by the climate and ambiance in all points north. I haven't spent enough time in Berkeley. I'll be back!
I drove home in a trance. One eye (and ear) on last night's sultry concert and the other eye on my crisp white bag of things from the scrapbook store. Every now and then I pulled something out of the bag and gasped.
Next up: Mary Ann builds a tower of song and Leonard Cohen pops over for a visit.