Christmas comes to San Francisco in many guises.
Christmas colours come to public transport with the longest nails I have ever seen. The driver related how people told her she wouldn’t be able to tenpin bowl with them. However, recalling her father’s words, “You can do whatever you set your mind to,” she went right ahead and now wins trophies using specially drilled bowls.
I’ve found my new favourite animal.
Who would not be mesmerized by those lacy driftings? They are a meditation. Continue reading
Christmas flounces through the streets and shops of San Francisco.
Trees abound, indoors and out.
Companies supporting Project Open Hand let their inner Hansel and Gretel wicked witch run wild with gingerbread houses in The Palace Hotel. Continue reading
Nothing says, “You are entering the realm of storybook, drama and quirkiness” so much as a sign like this:
San Francisco, if not a treasure island, is a treasure trove. Continue reading