A Visit to San Francisco (only a month late)
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.)
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.
“Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.” -Stephen Wright
Oh, we had the time.