It’s been rather difficult to keep up with writing. On that note, San Francisco feels a lot like it could be home… I’d say Paris and San Francisco are vastly different cities, but closely tied on my list of places to live.

Weekends: Last Saturday was nice, so we bussed ourselves over to Haight-Ashbury to peruse the vintage clothing & exchange stores. (I am still debating whether or not I should sell the majority of my dwindling wardrobe at Buffalo Exchange and just start over. Will keep you posted on that.)

The past couple weekends have been disappointingly cool and overcast, but we managed to get out and look around a bit anyhow. We’ve been in search of a good bar, and we’re quickly discovering that we need to get out of North Beach and head down to the Mission to find those hipster/yuppie places we college folk mesh into so happily. That said, we visited a couple places last night that qualified as hipster-ish hotspots. Toronado’s and Noc Noc are about 25 feet apart on Haight. I think the overall consensus was that Toronado’s is definitely re-visitable, with its expansive selection of unique beers (they do not serve PBR at this bar; less hipster than we thought), while Noc Noc’s was questionably a cave/black-lighted-tribal-hangout disguised as a bar. All good exploration though!

Weekdays: From Mon-Fri, you can find me trekking up the mini-mountain that is Lombard St, between Taylor and Van Ness. Yes, it is 6 blocks of vertical trudging, and maybe I will draw a diagram of this one day. I even get to hike by the slew of tourists scattered along Lombard every evening. I bet I’ve made it into at least 3 vacation photos. (Okay, I’m sure I’ve made it into one photo, since the man was leaning out the window and snapping shots of me walking down Lombard St as he hollered, “Hallo!”)


Yes, I realize this picture is upside-down. Camera pic while hiking up Lombard in the a.m.


View from the top (of Lombard). Better photo needed.

Okay, that’s all for now. And it was rather a lot of text.