For a few more days San Francisco's wonderful Musee Mechanique remains nestled to the Pacific on a nub of rock near the Cliff House. In Sept. it moves to Pier 45 through 2004 while the Cliff House undergoes remodeling.
As ocean cliffside, coin-operated, wurlitzer-laden, whirlygig, ancient arcade/museum/entertainment halls go... the Musee is the best.
So...I took some pictures. Added some captions. And, feeling all victrola, jotted down a tiny turn-of-th'-cent'ry twirl.
We'll stamp to town
And dance 'neath hazels spreading wide
And stir the leaves of eventide
And twirl and spin
'Til dew sets in
Oh won't you be my blushing bride?
W-wherever, whenever, forever.