What a city. Though not necessarily representative, the weather was beautiful. I'd say it was maybe 80 degrees in the day, 70 or 75 with the breeze, and in the sixties at night. There was little fog or humidity. I was able to walk all around, and never sweat right through my clothes like here. Just beautiful.
Accents from all over. People everywhere out walking and playing with their dogs. Everyone driving an expensive car. It was amazing. The inversion of the wealth pyramid.
So I had, maybe, the best cappuccino ever. Now, maybe, it was because it was a beautiful day, out in an open air cafe, and it was made by Italian guys who claimed they made the best coffee on the street, but the image shows the biggest, and best, cappuccino I've crossed paths with.
What if I went to San Francisco, saw the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman's Wharf, Alcatraz, Chinatown, and Hait-Ashbury, and my favorite memory is of this cup of coffee? Then I guess I'd just be me.
3 comments:
Michael,
I went to San Francisco for the first time in May of this year and I had a FABULOUS time.....it was amazing....I walked 1/2 mile onto the Golden Gate Bridge (couldnt do more, I am afraid of bridges)....I did not have the coffee but I did have the best BREAKFAST in my life, I just cant remember the place, but I have it on video....I will let you know!!! (lnd)
Michael,
the place where I had the breakfast/ brunch....is called....STACKS!!
Only you, ld_gojuryu_chick, only you.
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