Sometimes the Fog City isn’t foggy at all. Sometimes, the day is so spectacular that you almost expect the Chamber of Commerce to come out to capture the sights for tourism brochures. For example, these birds, enjoying a brief respite in the sun, before either winging away or getting into someone’s leftover food. They, too, are enjoying San Francisco pleasures.
This was the scene along the Great Highway in San Francisco one recent Saturday. We live just 55 miles south, but we fantasized about having one of the row houses overlooking the water and waking to the sight and sound of the Pacific each day.
I always wondered why this ocean was called “Pacific” because it’s anything but. It crashes and roars with power and might. One of my favorite sounds, and not one you’d expect right smack dab in the middle of an urban center like San Francisco.
Beautiful. San Francisco’s waterfront has a history and we often hear old tales of being sold into slavery on the Barbary Coast. I didn’t know what that really meant until I went to Morocco and discovered THIS.
But wander San Francisco a little bit and come across a completely different energy.
But it isn’t. And on the sidewalk, the art is a clue…maybe…
Does this help:
Can you read the wording atop the building? Peace — 1967–Summer of Love. Yes, we are in the heart of the Haight, the infamous Haight-Ashbury district, and a quite different vibe than the Great Highway.
Speaking of men….What does “Gypsy Men” mean here? I’ll tell you: It’s a boutique for both men and women–festival and burn attire. As in Burning Man. The 21st century version of hippie-wear.
We were wandering around with the tourist’s upward gaze and walked right through wet cement. Embarrassed, but laughing–they should have done a better job barricading! Will our steps live in the Haight sidewalk in perpetuity? Or at least until a new pavement is put down? Or have they already trowelled over our footprints? We’ll have to go check.
I simply had to have this book of essays on San Francisco. It’s supposed to be a bit of a different approach to the city with lots of unusual information and I wanted a copy I could mark up…which is more difficult on a Kindle. Oh, I still like my Kindle for travel, but if I’m marking things up for future reference? Nothing like a hard copy.
The bookstore had other fun offerings, too:
The urban vibe here is different from any other big city vibe–I love the contrast of gulls on a rock near the ocean and the “new” Haight. There’s also downtown, and the Mission and the Embaradero and the Castro and the art museums and theatre….and. More than any other, San Francisco is a city of contrasts.
I can’t help but think this:
You think? Tell us how your city stacks up.