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A Visit to San Francisco (only a month late)

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Travel makes one modest, you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. — Gustave Flaubert

I went to San Francisco a month ago for a food blogger conference. It was lovely.

I didn’t share photos right afterward because I was an idiot and I left my computer charger in the hotel room. In San Francisco. I arrived home with a dead computer. And all four pairs of high heels. And more than a few unworn outfits. I wrote the first post afterward all on my phone. (It took foreeeever.)

So it’s been quite the month. A month of weekly menus and intensives and family traveling and Thanksgiving and macaroons and using my back-up computer charger from school. And now there are pictures.

Pictures of a really really delicious lunch at the cutest little chain bakery I’ve ever seen.

Seriously, those tables kill me. I want to paint my table legs orange-red to match.

French onion soup and a tuna melt.

These plates? Convinced myself not to stuff them in my bag and bring them home. It was hard, but I did it.

Pictures of French macaroons taken in the hotel room.

Pictures from the miiiiles we walked around the city.

“Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.” -Stephen Wright

Oh, we had the time.

Pictures of the food beverages consumed.
Pictures of the best roommate I could have asked for.
Okay, so there weren’t a million pictures I was withholding from you. But there were enough pictures waiting on my hard drive to make me miss the fresh ocean air and tall buildings and amazing food everywhere you turn.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. — Robert Louis Stevenson