Too poor to get into the City Club? Too female to join the Bohemian? Eighty dollars a year buys you easy access to SFMOMA's rooftop garden and cafe, one of the city's most private public spaces. On weekends, the sculpture garden is crawling with 4-year-olds, but on a weekday afternoon, the garden is the most serene square footage downtown. Through the windows, the clouds float over Alexander Calders, a lone art-school student, and perhaps a few scattered tourists, who are awed enough by the... More »
