I first came across the De Young when my friend and I drove incessantly around the Golden Gate Park, lost on our way to a dinner party. It was an extremely foggy evening and somehow our music had transfixed us into a state of silence. The De Young rose out of the trees and the fog and I thought I had drifted into another world. Now I live near the museum, but it still is fascinating and gripping to walk past it in the early mornings.
