A lovely Sunday in NorCal seemed like the perfect moment to check out one of those always-wanted-to-see-it semi-local attractions. And so it was that we packed into the Cherry Bomb and barrelled down the 280 to visit San Jose's Winchester Mystery House.
For those unfamiliar with this spot, it's a gi-normous mansion built in the early 20th by a widow/heir to the Winchester Repeating Rifle fortune. The batty Mrs. Winchester was reportedly terrified of being visited by ghosts shot by her late hubby's weapons (must have watched too many episodes of "Most Haunted"), so she kept adding on to her bizarre mansion, which is loaded with doors that open into walls, stairs that crash into the ceiling, and pretty much 13 of everything. (Mrs. Winchester was apparently a rare triskadekaphile.)
You can witness the massive scale of the Winchester Mystery House on Google Maps; it's the sprawling complex in the lower left below. (Also, if you look 1/2 a block to the northeast, you'll see the charred remains of Santana Row, which is now a buzzing upscale outdoor mall/condo complex, but was, shortly before the satellite did its thing, the scene of an awesome and horrific fire.)
From a much lower vantage point, you can see the insane distribution of spires, peaks, towers, and solaria that characterize the house.

The house tour itself was interesting if a little disappointing, completely eschewing talk of ghosts and focusing mostly on the screwball architectural follies and eccentricities of Mrs. Winchester.
But enough about the house. Let's talk about the non-supernatural visitors. So, who populated Mansion Tour #37 besides us sophisticated, tasteful, and wildly intelligent urbanites?
Mostly people with healthy bellies and matching t-shirts.
Classy!
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