by the pricking

After eating our weight in clam chowder we visited the Musee Mecanique down at Fisherman's Wharf. For a quarter each we saw dancing ballerinas, a french execution, and a father trying to console a crying baby. The whole place has a nostalgic, "Something Wicked This Way Comes" feeling. It also has a gaggle of penny pressing machines and as luck would have it, my love for pressed pennies knows no bounds.