Hi friends– Every once in a while it’s the loveliest thing to have a day, a day all to yourself. One of those days you wake up and don’t have a plan. So here was my lovely day in San Francisco.
I was staying with old AA and Jessica. A woke to Jessica at the (noisy) coffee machine and bid her a good day as she sailed off to work. Then I made myself a mug of tea and plopped myself down on the sofa, the marvelous bay view competing for my attention to my book. I read and sat for a couple hours (how often does that happen?!) and finally tore myself away to walk over to Filmore street, a map sketched by Aaron in hand.
Around the corner I came upon an Open House sign in front of a magnificent Georgian brick home (built 1899). I couldn’t resist the chance to peek inside. I loved the butler’s pantry with the warming cupboard, the sweeping foyer staircase, the coffered ceilings, the stately study and the views across SF from the third floor terrace.
Once down on Filmore, I popped into magical little shops full of pretty things I don’t really need, but love to look at. I did buy a cunning old white gravy boat at the second hand shop. And I ducked into a pretty bakery for a pistachio macaroon to eat along the way.
I took a detour around the corner to the St. Dominic’s Catholic church, neo-gothic and grand. Time to think, time to pray, time to sit and examine the glorious space. It was a peaceful, restoring rest in the day.
Then I came upon a tidy little banh mi
shop. I sat at the counter and watched them put together beautiful exotic salads and spicy Vietnamese sandwiches– I pulled out my book and read my way through a sweetly marinated/grilled pork sandwich with vinegared carrots, daikon and cilantro on the crunchiest perfect little baguette. I think this will be on the menu at home next week.
I wandered down to a book shop, one of those old fashioned rambling types that has all the books you’d really love to read. I purchased a picture book Larry gets lost in San Francisco (Larry is a puppy). It’s full of touristic good fun.
Finally, I trudged back through the park to watch kids (and their moms) on the playground and headed back home to sit on the sofa with my book, back where I started. It was a pretty great way to spend a lazy day.
Here are a couple last views from the walk home– on a perfect SF day…