Our plan for the weekend was simple: explore the City. We arrived in the afternoon on Saturday and walked from our hotel to the Ferry building, but couldn't snag a seat at the bar of the Slanted Door (where reservations had been filled for at least a week in advance). We shopped the various merchants and brought home a decadant picnic to eat on the bed of our room: Wine, cheese, salami, fresh bread, olive oil, a fat asian pear, and chocolates.
On Sunday we avoided the crowds surrounding all of the touristy things happening in the city on Sunday (Tour de California which went right past our hotel, Chinatown celebrations) and wandered around Pacific Heights and Japantown instead. I seem to be craving visual input, like I'm emerging from a long dim nap (I am). I really enjoyed just looking at everything, absorbing. I'm such a country mouse - everything has more style in the City! I didn't even take very many pictures, just absorbed it all.
And brought home a stack of new canvases that are singing a siren song to me. As with a siren, I'm both seduced and wary.
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