two days break from the incessant rain in london. two days in san francisco equals enough time to ride the BART for the first time ever, wander round the shops of valencia/gough/market streets, and immerse myself in a book.
Valencia, home to little otsu and numerous thrift/vintage stores selling furniture, clothes and old crap.
Market, home to Flax art store and Rare Device where I found amongst many treasures the new edition of lines and shapes and a splendid exhibition by betsy walton.
Gough, home to Rose and Radish and tartine, my favourite french cafe for healthy omelette and buttery cake lunch.
Eat, pray, love, by Elizabeth Gilbert, recommended by Josie and commented on by many. I read the first section (Italy) in bed at 3am (jetlag); the second section (India) over lunch; the third section (Indonesia) in starbucks. The author, in her early thirties, takes her life and shakes it upside down, trying to find things she had lost, and throw out (or file) things she no longer needs. she made me laugh out loud and brought tears to my eyes. I loved the descriptions, "Before dawn the roosters for miles around announce how freaking cool it is to be roosters. ("We are ROOSTERS!" they holler. "We are the only ones who get to be ROOSTERS!")" and I loved the insight into another life that bears the odd parallel to my own.
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