San Francisco
It was more my heels than my heart that I left in San Francisco. Pounding up and down (literally up and down) the streets, even with taking advantage of all the public transportation I could, left my feet sore and aching for a week.
But you know, I loved it and wouldn't mind going back for a longer visit. I hit museums (SFMoMa, Museum of Asian Cultures, De Young and Legion of Honor) and trekked the streets of Chinatown. I was inspired to poetry in the Legion of Honor and the DeYoung and just plain inspired by SFMoMA. If any of you live there and haven't seen the Eliasson exhibit yet, get yourselves over! Everyone's going to see something different, but everyone's going to be a participant in the art. It was great! Plus, I loved that everything in the museum and every inch of the museum was modern art--clean and crisp.
Being from the green Northeast, it was really interesting to me to look across the bay and see so many shades of brown and umber and cinnamon on the hills. Not to mention the light, which is so clear. We somehow missed the fog. It was burning off as we touched down on Wednesday and we didn't see any the rest of our four-day stay.
Oh, yeah, and we visited Ghirardelli Square, ate great food every meal, and watched the Blue Angels rehearse for a show in honor of Fleet Week.
My favorite moment--a corner cafe/snack shop in Chinatown. With a bite of tender, flaky, real Danish melting in my teeth, I hear the Asian American clerk who had served me in fluent English greet a Hispanic regular with "Buenos Dias" and then turn to the cook and speak in Chinese. That my friends, is true multi-culturalism.
But you know, I loved it and wouldn't mind going back for a longer visit. I hit museums (SFMoMa, Museum of Asian Cultures, De Young and Legion of Honor) and trekked the streets of Chinatown. I was inspired to poetry in the Legion of Honor and the DeYoung and just plain inspired by SFMoMA. If any of you live there and haven't seen the Eliasson exhibit yet, get yourselves over! Everyone's going to see something different, but everyone's going to be a participant in the art. It was great! Plus, I loved that everything in the museum and every inch of the museum was modern art--clean and crisp.
Being from the green Northeast, it was really interesting to me to look across the bay and see so many shades of brown and umber and cinnamon on the hills. Not to mention the light, which is so clear. We somehow missed the fog. It was burning off as we touched down on Wednesday and we didn't see any the rest of our four-day stay.
Oh, yeah, and we visited Ghirardelli Square, ate great food every meal, and watched the Blue Angels rehearse for a show in honor of Fleet Week.
My favorite moment--a corner cafe/snack shop in Chinatown. With a bite of tender, flaky, real Danish melting in my teeth, I hear the Asian American clerk who had served me in fluent English greet a Hispanic regular with "Buenos Dias" and then turn to the cook and speak in Chinese. That my friends, is true multi-culturalism.