A close-up of the engine room…
A tip – if you go to Tilden on a Sunday between noon and 3 pm. you can walk the length of the tracks, passed the ticket office and go under the tracks through the tunnel. You will emerge at the home of the Golden Gate Live Steamers. It’s a non-profit museum running a miniature rail way that’s even smaller than the Redwood Valley Railway. On most Sundays they offer rides against donations on their small trains.
The Redwood Valley Railway in Tilden Park above Berkeley is just the cutest ride! You can get a 5 ride ticket for $12 and ride the genuine, small scale steam train through a landscape that feels authentic Wild West. The conductor shouts ‘Aaaaall aboard!, the whistle blows, people holler when you go through the tunnel and the ride is about 10 minutes long – best value for money in the Bay Area!
Tilden Park runs almost the length of Oakland, the East Bay. Basically you turn left off the freeway and keep going until you go up, up, up, and you’ll find yourself almost up in the clouds (on some days in the clouds) with all the Bay spread out far beneath you.
The park covers a huge area and include a vintage carrousel, a swimming lake, a small farm and an activity center. Plus the small scale steam trains! If you have children along, take them here for the carousel rather than pay over the top for the one at Fisherman’s Wharf.
Being a tourist in San Francisco is pretty boring. Surprised? Well, you walk around with all the other tourists looking at Union Square, try to find a decent meal at Fisherman’s Wharf and miss all the fun. I’m sure I would never have discovered Hyde Street and Polk Street if it wasn’t because I found friends on Hyde Street I could stay with. And we would never have discovered Tilden Park if we hadn’t been travelling with a 2.5 year old toddler. More tomorrow but here is what one of the main attractions of Tilden Park looks like…
No way I would even consider taking off my sweatshirt but kids can be surprisingly hardy when it comes to making the most of water and sand. Note that the surfers in the background are wearing wet suits.
What I find interesting in this shot is the different qualities of light – cold light to the left and warm light to the right. I did try it in black/white but it lost the magic of the contrast.
Galway was a straight forward train ride right across Ireland. We hadn’t been sure what to expect. Some sources described Galway as the ultimate drinking spot. Other found it charming. I can’t speak for the drinking but we certainly found it charming. It felt good to be in a smaller town with shorter distances, and the main street was one of the best looking ones I’ve seen.
And yesterday’s lattice was from… National Museum of Ireland, Kildare Street branch. This was one more free museum. I loved this about Dublin. We visited two branches of the National Museum.
One was right next to the Ashling Hotel and featured “The way we wore” about dress and accessories through centuries. The moment the kids caught sight of a computer screen as part of the exhibition, though, it was hard to get them to move. I don’t think the exhibition made much of an impression but they loved the touch screen – big sigh. I try to tell myself that if just one item in a museum makes an impression on either of them it’s a succes.
The branch in Kildare Street is a good size, not too big. The building is beautiful, and they have a magnificient collection of gold from the bronze age. I loved it. The children loved the museum store 🙂
Yesterdays lattice was from… Dublin Castle. We passed the garden on the way to the Chester Beatty Library.
The Chester Beaty Library was one of my attempts at insisting we saw some sights of cultural value as well. Somehow children’s go tired the moment they hear the word “museum”. That’s why I only go for museums with free admission. At least we don’t have to get into the argument of how much we paid to get in but can leave fast when required.
The Chester Beatty Library was a hit, though. There was the most beautiful exibition of handwritten and handpainted manuscripts and miniature paintings through the ages. I adore the islamic miniature art of which we have a fine collection in Copenhagen (David’s Collection) and I could have spent days studying the collection in Dublin. I’ll have to return some day because time (and the patience of my family) only allowed for a fast walk-through.
The kids did enjoy themselves as well, though. There was a table on the landing outside the manuscript collection with crayons and postcards you could colour. And what a wonderful idea to leave out two carefully coloured examples of the oriental motive to inspire. Even my 11-year old son refused to leave before he has finished. Which left time for Peter and I to take coffee in another covered courtyard.
Here’s a second shot from todays mystery lattice.
It sounds great, doesn’t it? Living in a zoo. All your needs catered for. No need to worry about tomorrow, Always provided with an appropriate partner. So why aren’t I happy?
I know I’m reading too much in the expression of this male tiger. I guess tigers can be pensive as well as fierce.
I’m usually not much of a zoo-fan. I know you are supposed to take your kids to the zoo, but I never quite figured out what the attraction is for the children, and mine will usually talk about the play ground rather than the animals. But we had booked room at the Ashling Hotel and the deal came with tickets for the zoo so why not.
The first exotic feature came at the gates. We were waiting in line with an all-boys class. My 8-year old daughter had the hardest time grasping the concept (nothing like it in Denmark), but I have a feeling she thought it was a pretty good idea. What are boys for anyway….
As a rare treat you get two for one this time. I couldn’t decide which one to use but the photoes are too alike to warrent separate posts. Juping down was my daughter’s idea after a while of climbing up and down the wall while I was photographing. In the distance you can just make out a tall white structure to the right – that is Turning Torso in Malmø, Sweden.
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