I went to the waterfront and I went to North Beach and I climbed hills and I went book shopping and I ate dessert twice and I watched movies of naked ladies on antique zoetropes, and I saw those famous parrots and I ate some really good Italian and I went to chocolate shops and accidentally ended up at a pants museum and I walked a million miles and now I’m going to bed. I love holidays.

Um, also the Beatnik museum was closed so the investigative report re: beatnik/sputnik/wtf will have to wait until I possibly go back on Wednesday.