During our week in San Francisco, we experienced the city’s diverse moods. From the somber grayness of cold, windy days to the vibrant sunshine casting warm hues across the streets, the city welcomed us.
We checked off iconic sights from our list: the famous Painted Ladies, the winding Lombard Street, and the Museum of Modern Art. Riding the historic cable car, I found myself marveling at the photos plastered on the car’s ceiling. The journey wasn’t just about getting from one place to another; it was a fascinating visual feast.
And then there was that whimsical sign at a cozy restaurant: “Soup of the day: WINE”. What a delightful soup it was—a perfect match for our wonderful day and overall trip.
Our explorations led us to Chinatown and Japanese town, where we savored sushi and tasted sea urchin for the first time—a delightful culinary adventure.
At Pier 39, a charming carousel caught my eye. It reminded me of Neil Gaiman’s “American Gods,” where the carousel serves as a portal for gods to slip backstage and serves as a place of power. Gaiman’s belief that magic exists everywhere and it can serve as a lens through which we can view the world, resonated with me.
San Francisco, as I see it, is a city full of vibrant colors, captivating stories, and a truly unique atmosphere.
