After spending yesterday hanging curtains of various kinds, I decided to venture out today to a cello and piano recital given at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music.
I walked there, proving my new boots were a good investment as my feet feel fine. It was a little over a mile away. It was a lot more crowded than I thought it would be. It was a 5:00 on a Sunday in a relatively small hall, but I still wasn't expecting it to be that full. Says something nice about SF, right?
When I walked into the Conservatory, I must have had a "I'm lost" look on my face because someone who works there asked if I knew where I was going. I said no. :) I found a seat on the side so I would get a good look at the cellist and I could watch the movements of the pianist's hands.
There were 3 pieces, all contemporary (which has always been a bit difficult for my ears). Poulenc, Omid Zoufonoun, and Vladimir Godár. Not in that order, though. It was interesting. I'm not sure I'd say enjoyable in the traditional sense...it didn't fill me with way Tchaikovsky does, but that's okay. I suppose thought provoking would be more appropriate.
On my walk back, a homeless person said, "Have a great evening!" I found that refreshing. He wasn't asking for anything, hew as just sitting and giving out pleasantries. That's nice.