It was a lovely picnic, what with the finest burritos in the Financial District and a tablecloth that was simply a tapestry of something (say, pure kitsch). We topped it off with young coconut to drink, which was quite lovely. I must say, though: While Bart was difficult to place a picnic in (crowded!) but it far beat SkyTrain, where the specially employ someone just to crush fun and watch the remains ooze out through his fingertips.