I love San Francisco! Char drove me down to the city this afternoon; and a more perfect afternoon you could not hope for. When we rode across the Golden Gate Bridge the sun was shining, there was a very light breeze and the sky was a deep blue. This is what California is all about; this is The Sunshine State ©.
I arrived at Robert and Nicola’s guesthouse on Pacific Avenue around 2:30pm; Zack came out to meet us (I’d called, a little lost). The place is fantastic — we got a brief tour of the main house too, which has an incredible view of the bay area; almost as though Robert and Nicola had been given a checklist of landmarks they wanted included in their View ™: Golden Gate Bridge, Coit Tower, Alcatraz, Treasure Island, er… that Roman-looking building at the Marina, the Bay Bridge, the Russian Embassy across the road.
I took a ride in a red VW (with faulty brakes, in a city with steep, steep hills) with Zack, to a hi-fi shop (which didn’t sell the Bose headphones he wanted; which didn’t sell the Bose headphones I wanted). We ended up on Haight Street (am I spelling that correctly?) at Amoeba Records, a second-hand record store situated in a former bowling alley. It sells EVERYTHING, new or used. They didn’t have what I wanted. I got stuff anyway.
What the evening holds, I dunno! I need to text Jane with a 200-character review of the house. Then, who knows?!