It Rained in Spain

Well, it rained cats and dogs, but we came anyway.  The De Young was drenched to its steel and granite bones, but still looked glam.  The traffic was horrid on the way there - two overturned cars, mini-pile ups and several close calls.  Only the sugary apple bun and coffee could calm our wet and ruffled spirits down.  You wouldn't know it was raining inside the museum though.  For some reason, there were a bunch of field tripping little girls trolling the Balenciaga exhibit being herded by docents with high-pitched voices singing odes to this hat and that bolero.  The kids were not comprehending for sure.  Even I stared with want for being balled over by the nunnery wear and square shaped gowns.  Some of the pieces predated Lady Gaga quite a bit.  All in all, the hyped up importance was a bit lost on me but appreciated the effort to align fashion with the Spanish Civil War.  The dim sum feast afterwards proved to be more satisfying and the trip to Fillmore district yielded even more satisfying finds - like a $13 Mizz Mooz sandals that saved certain feet from death.  The mid afternoon snack at the Citizen Cake was sadly a downer. The pomp and circumstance did not match the creamsicle concoction that tasted like orange chicken and the brownies and cupcake were too average for the cost.  All in all, it was a good day.