It’s not cool to take pictures inside galleries. They’d prefer that you buy the art, but then they also give you wine when you walk in whether you can afford the art or not. I figure that’s a trade off I can accept.
This scuplture – isn’t is great? – is outdoors so it’s fair game. It’s a few blocks from where we stopped at El Farol for tapas and the perfect maragarita: lots of lime, only very slightly sweet. The goat cheese and roasted garlic dish we shared was also fantastic, as was the bartender, Parker, who was so charming and fun I left wishing I lived on Canyon Rd just so El Farol could be my neighborhood bar.