A friend from St. Louis who visited San Francisco over the last
few days arrived knowing a great deal about the city, its history, the Painted
Ladies, City Lights Books, Haight-Ashbury, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Castro,
Marin County, Lombard Street, the cable cars, Alcatraz Island and more.
What Champe did not know about was the quality of light
here, the fresh air, the distinct aroma of vegetation on the hillsides, the
wooded slopes, the many city parks and the many interesting residential
neighborhoods. She did not know about the mystical nature of the fog, the
friendliness of everyone on the street, the many hills, the brisk ocean breezes that blow away worries, the cultural diversity,
the breathtaking beauty of the skyline from atop Twin Peaks, the grace of the
Palace of Fine Arts, the verdant beauty of Golden Gate Park or the surprisingly
wondrous views that lurk down many a street.
Champe did know that I like to sit and stare at water, but
she didn’t fully understand that, I think, until she did some water watching
herself here!
Places we went, things we saw, people we met in the course
of her visit are summarized here, with some pertinent photos.
Day One: Drove to the top of Twin Peaks, next drove north
and attempted to get into Muir Woods before the hoards (we failed), headed up to the dramatic Muir Beach Overlook, drove
around the Bolinas Lagoon (where we saw six turkey vultures sitting on a power
line, carefully considering the health of people driving by), visited with my
artist friend Emmeline Craig, enjoyed lunch at the Coast Café, drove again around the
magical lagoon, stopped in Stinson Beach to shop at The Blissful Gallery, drove
through the lovely Olema Valley and then coasted among the redwoods of Samuel
P. Taylor State Park. Then back to the apartment for homemade pulled pork
sandwiches and Three Twins Sea Salted Caramel ice cream.
Day Two: Took a bus to the Castro (where we perused the
costume department at Cliff’s and then paused at the former site of Harvey
Milk’s camera shop), took a streetcar downtown to the Ferry Building, visited with
street vendors, scarfed down a cheese toastie at the Sidekick, were mesmerized
by mushrooms at Far West Fungi, fondled the lovely Heath Ceramics, played in a
bowl of Rancho Gordo’s dried beans and gobbled up hazelnut macarons. We then took
a bus to Union Square, where we spied a man wearing two iguanas, popped into
Pinkberry for frozen yogurt, regarded Union Square, peeked in the Chanel store
window and then hopped a bus to Haight-Ashbury. There we meandered through the
Sock Shop and Artisan Foods store and looked in other windows. Dined back at
the apartment on fish doused with puttanesca sauce, tasty squash from
Emmeline’s garden and a heavenly mango grown in California.
Day Three: Back in the car, we cruised by the Painted
Ladies, drove up the wonderfully steep Divisadero, drove down the curvy Lombard
Street, headed to the Warming Hut at the far end of Crissy Field (Champe walked
up to the south leg of the Golden Gate Bridge while I sat and stared at water
and spoke with a sea lion), shopped for shoes at The Sports Basement and then
drove to the Haight Street Market to pick up sandwiches and (be still, my
heart) Mexican Chili Chocolate Ice Cream. (
http://stevesicecream.com/) After lunch, we took two buses to North Beach, where we
sipped sparkling grapefruit beverages at Reveille, checked out the art show in
Jack Kerouac Alley, paid homage at City Lights Books, delighted in the laundry
hanging to dry high in apartment windows, poked our way through Chinatown (the
largest outside Asia), caught a bus to lower Pacific Heights to see what the
Eileen Fisher store might have on sale (one sweater – one), strolled through
stores by designers Marc Jacobs and Jonathan Adler (the fedora was just too
big!) and then headed home. Had a scrumptious dinner at Padrecito in Cole
Valley!
Day Four: Met at Reverie in Cole Valley and headed off to
Pier 33 on the N-Judah and then a streetcar to embark on the boat that takes 1.3 million visitors per year to Alcatraz Island. I liked it! I had seen an hour-long
special on the cellhouse tour and the island, so I felt as though I had been
there already, but the introductory video and the audio tour both are well done,
and I am so glad we went. (Personal favorite thing: Bullet holes in the floor,
remnants of a prison riot.) Champe and I also sat and looked at water and the mist-shrouded
silhouette of San Francisco Bay from atop the prison building. Got a bonus on
the ride back to Pier 33 – America’s Cup boats, a sailboat and a ferry all
converged as I was hanging out on the front deck of the boat, so I got a very
cool photo of the traffic jam on the water. We headed back to the apartment,
ordered pizza and salad from Bambino’s. Then it was time for me to pick up my
own grand-bambino and play with him. Champe, an ardent tennis fan, celebrated
that her fave, Rafael Nadal, had won the U.S. Open, chatted with Milo for a
while and then meandered off in the fog to her hotel.
Day Five: Picked up Champe and her luggage and drove her to
my apartment, where we had lots of fresh fruit and a carb or two for breakfast.
Then we drove to the airport via Ocean Beach. Before I lived in this glorious
place, I always hoped for a last look at the edge of the continent before
heading inland, and I think Champe enjoyed that.
So Champe arrived knowing a great deal about San Francisco.
Now she understands my fascination, and I believe she is completely enchanted
with the City by the Bay.
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