tales from the city

Our last-minute “where should we go today?” game late yesterday morning ended up sending us to San Francisco.  We hadn’t been to the city since we moved here and were happy to find it was an easy two-hour drive. Every other trip to San Francisco has taken a lot of planning, an airplane and hotel reservations, so it’s still kind of hard to believe we can be standing in our kitchen at 11:30AM talking about what to do that day, and be elbowing hipsters out of the way at City Lights within a couple of hours.

self-driving car in San Jose

I assumed this was a Google street view car, then noticed the spinning contraption on top (like something a kid would dream up – it didn’t look very high-tech) (though obviously it is) – this was our first glimpse of a self-driving car – it was on 101 right outside San Jose – the guy behind the wheel had two hands on his phone and no eyes on the road, so I think the car was driving

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the key to not being stressed out in San Francisco (for me, anyway) is not having to drive and park a stick-shift on an incline – we found a parking garage not far from our destinations and used our feet to get around – there was something energizing about being around so many people and so much action after three months on Amity Island

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lovely blue skies with a peek of the moon (the flatiron building houses Francis Ford Coppola’s studio)

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Hitchcock

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this hill is so steep, they had to build steps into the sidewalk

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not the best way to see the city – I wonder if they point out the prostitutes and drug deals on these tours?

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the last time I was at City Lights, I couldn’t seem to get away from a woman talking on her cellphone about her intestinal issues – this time, it was two precocious children reading from books in that loud monotone that some kids have when they read – at least they know what books are

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practice safe disposal

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my brother Tohner is featured in Lloyd Kahn’s new book TINY HOMES ON THE MOVE, which is currently for sale at City Lights (more on this story very soon – it deserves its own post)

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Jack Kerouac Alley divides City Lights Books from Vesuvio, the place where we whetted our whistles prior to having an early dinner

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Vesuvio

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the view from upstairs

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lots of people day drinking yesterday

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this is where they send you if you’re bad (or if you’re a man and need to use the restroom)

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every time we come here, we get Manhattans – the place just has that kind of vibe

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klassy

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our reflection in a very old mirror featuring a ghostly image of a very different type of couple

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our dinner destination – Tommaso’s – consistently the best pizza we’ve ever eaten – James and I broke our 13-month meat fast last night and ordered a pepperoni pizza – totally worth it

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Tommaso’s was once Lupo’s, which claims to have had the first wood-fired brick oven pizza on the West Coast

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meat fast = broken with greasy, delicious pepperoni

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hustler

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still daylight as we headed home – now we know we can do four hours in the city, plus four hours of driving, and not piss the dogs off too much

10 thoughts on “tales from the city

  1. Great pics and thanks for a tiny window view into a city I’ve never been. Love the juxtaposition of the flying pig and the scenery in the background. Truck on trucker.
    Later ,t

  2. It is a great city….especially if there is time to visit on foot. My Dad used to make Manhattans for my Mother….good memory for me, although I can not drink them myself.

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