i've become infatuated with calling san francisco "the city by the bay", which i've learned is somewhat antiquated.
but i don't care
because it evokes all sorts of magical images of summer sundays full of children running with kites along the shore in the california heat, while their barbecuing parents watch from a short distance
before calling for them and packing their picnic up in their '69 convertible
and saying so long to the joneses for the weekend.
you could nearly hear the conversations that were once had in this fashion around fisherman's wharf.
that place.... oh, that place is something. else.
i've not felt as vibrant and alive as i did while walking this area in a very, very long time.
i know i fall in love easily with nearly everything,
but i really, really loved it here.
to get a better feel for what it feels like to be there, look up the word "magical" in the dictionary/thesaurus
aaaaand there you'll have it.
we deemed this the official song of san francisco. we don't think anyone will mind.
[it was serendipitous that my sister, hannah, and i would find this lock at the end of the pier!]
[please feel free to leave comments on this post with only compliments for my beautiful sister. you could mention how she rocks short hair, if you want. that brave girl.]
[the seafood along the pier was out of this world.]
[i tried my hand at a love tester at musee mecanique, only to find that i was clammy at best. so i tried another one hoping for another result. nope. sorry, adam. i'm doomed to be clammy.]
to be continued!