This afternoon President Obama's motorcade disrupted my day for a good hour or so. He and his entourage come to the city a couple of times a year, snarling traffic, inspiring protests and hundreds of exchanges in the comments section of the SF Chronicle. In spite of whatever is happening in the news at the time, and though you never see more than a parade of Suburbans and motorcycles zooming by, I still find this pretty exciting.
Velo Rouge Cafe, Inner Richmond.
Spotted at the park during yesterday's morning constitutional. I love a good stencil.
Hamburger Haven, San Francisco.
Palm Springs, CA.
Stepping outside of the city is always good for a little perspective, and, in this case, a little sun and hot weather. On this trip we made our way to southern California for a wedding and to visit old friends. Along the way there were multiple tacos, two art museum visits, several coffee shops, a couple of great Airbnb experiences, a viewing of both The Fifth Element (thumbs down) and Dirty Harry (thumbs up), one transcendent horchata latte, some quality time with Google Maps and much time spent scanning the rental car's satellite-radio offerings. We returned home to find the fog had actually lifted a bit and we could wear our shorts and sandals a couple of days longer.
Delfina Pizzeria on California St, San Francisco.
...for the bus that never arrives.
The sunburst windows are a nice touch.
A tall man in a beautifully tailored suit and an un-ironic hat breezed past me on the sidewalk earlier this week. His mile-long stride had me half-running to keep up, until finally, in front of the International Food Court, I had to let him go. Luckily I have my iPhone pix to remember our brief time together.
Images from San Jose Christmas in the Park 2012. Extra buttery, extra-saturated, extra-manipulated...
Nothing worse than a blog neglected. It's not you... you've been great. In fact, I was kind of hoping we could pick up where we'd left off. What do you think? You and me, rolling around the city with sweaters buttoned up over our summer outfits. Counting down our first-Thursday evenings one dixie-cup of wine at a time. No commitment, just hanging out. Think it over. Could be fun.
Hang Art Gallery, first Thursday opening.