Yep, here we go again. Save the date on your calendar, here comes Art Basel Hong Kong right around the corner. Art Basel has a pretty good spread across the globe at this point, of course the annual in Basel Switzerland itself, the somewhat iconic although over rated Art Basel in Miami for all of […]
The omnipresent large park within a major city tends to feel like a break from the city, a place of escape — or even of refuge. You step into these parks to take a deep breath and forget, for as long as you stay there, that you’re in the midst of the bustling city.
Golden Gate Park is the opposite. It’s quintessentially San Franciscan, a product of its surrounding city rather than a place to get away from it. It’s a microcosm of the city, its parts reflecting the components that make up San Francisco itself, a representation completely apart from the rest of California.
Throughout, you’ll find throngs of shivering tourists in shorts and T-shirts, just as you would around Fisherman’s Wharf or Pier 39. (If you’re visiting, trust me, bring a warm coat. Yes, even if it’s July.) Depending on where you go, you’ll also find techies, hippies, homeless people, yuppies, hipsters, and just about every other group you’ll find within the city itself—including the occasional local.
The weather, too, reflects that of the greater city. If it’s cooler, I tend to head to the east end of the park, where the sun is more likely to be tentatively filtering its way through the fog or clouds. If it’s one of those rare hot days in the city, though, I head for the west end, near the water. Here, even when much of San Francisco is sunny and bright, you’re likely to find at least a few wisps of fog drifting through the park and tempering the sunlight.