Neither City Hall nor a particularly mysterious house--it's our house!	My father in his RV.	In front of a nice leaded window.	My mom admires the inlaid floors	and catches me snapping a picture.
My father heads to the fruit drying shed.	Nice view from an inside courtyard.	My father, the humming videographer.	The front of the house.	Nothing gets missed.
My mom catches a picture.	Three-quarters shot of the front of the house.	My father documents our visit to City Hall.	As do I--surprisingly, it's our first time in City Hall as well, and it's gorgeous.	My mom likes flags.
The grand Central Staircase.	And inside the dome.	I believe the building (like the Palace of Fine Arts) is always booked up with weddings.		Immortalizing the capturing of a capturing of a moment.
	My father runs out of steam.	So, we leave City Hall	behind	and head to dinner at the House of Prime Rib.