Last week we went over to the Palace of Fine Arts. It was a beautiful night, and we had the place completely to ourselves. Pretty awesome. We don't usually take a ton of pictures, but I took an instagram, and Chris took a panoramic with his fancy new iPhone.
Dear San Francisco,
I love you most in the fall. There is no line for the cable car, there’s a shorter wait at my favorite restaurants, and we can make impromptu trips to Ghirardelli. But maybe more than anything, I love that it’s October 2 – it’s fall – and it’s 85 degrees outside. Not a cloud in the sky. I can read cases at Ocean Beach. Which is to say, I suppose, that I actually love summer. I love that San Francisco in the fall feels like stealing two extra months of summer.
brittney
