Church

Spotted in San Francisco. A rare sign that made me want to go in to a church and see what was going on. I mean, I think we actually ended up in Starbucks and there I had a quasi-religious experience of my own, but still. I was tempted by the Lord. Or Lady. So that … Continue reading Church

San Francisco Tales: Part I

Day 1: Anxiety Multi-Pack My idea of San Francisco started with Karl Malden and Michael Douglas in Streets of San Francisco. No, earlier. Vertigo. And later, Zodiac. This, then, was the San Francisco I knew, the one I was flying towards. Murder, serial killers, obsession. Less dramatically, the reviews of the city from people who … Continue reading San Francisco Tales: Part I