I may have grown up in Fairfield, but in college, San Francisco stole my heart. I absolutely adore the city in all its wonder and glory – the gorgeous industrial and historic architecture, the marriage of ocean and fog, the elevated sea of bus power lines that drape the city, and splashes of palm trees at Muni stops and center divides. Yellow taxicabs, red stop lights, and blue skies reflect off of the countless building windows, and paint the city in primary colors. There aren’t many places that scream “melting pot” with the same intensity as San Francisco.
On Saturday, my mom, Aunt Jacqui and I were tourists of SF. We visited the Palace of Fine Arts where we snapped some incredible photos, and ventured to Delarosa where we had yet another bottle of wine and more delectable eats. To top all of this off, this day marked my first date with the new bay bridge, and I must say, it’s wonderful.
Mom, I know you’re reading this, but don’t mind my next statement.
San Francisco, you are one sexy bitch. #sorrynotsorry.0 Be the first to like this post :)