Sometimes San Francisco is so idyllic it is almost creepy. Akin to the way there is a magnificent view from every hilltop, there are days when it is impossible to take a bad picture.
So I shall share tales of a utopic weekend and some lovely pictures of San Francisco, ok?
On Friday we went to see the Giants play the Mets. I avoided professional sporting events until a friend took me to a Knicks game at Madison Square Garden and I realised that they served the same food that they did when the circus was in town! No one told me. Since then, you can't keep me away from the hotdogs and cotton candy and cracker jacks (oh right, and world class athleticism on the field). Since it was an evening game, and a bit nippy, they had a guy coming up and down the aisles with a huge tank of Ghirardelli hot chocolate on his back, with a tap and whipped cream in little holsters on his hips (food service GENIUS). A foul ball almost hit him before he got to me, but thankfully that tragedy was averted, and I got my $5 hot cocoa.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, yesterday dawned gorgeous and sunny, so we went for a walk to the bay. On the way, we stopped for crepes, then at the farmer's market for a basket of blackberries to eat while we walked on to this:
See Alcatraz in the background? San Francisco, celebutante city, always posing for the camera.
Then along to the Palace of Fine Arts, and since I do love me some early 20th century architecture:
To round out the day we had dinner at Bacar with a group of friends, listening to jazz. This morning is all socked in and foggy, which may be a nice rest from all the rampant beauty and fun of the rest of the weekend.