So after my last post about North Beach, in which I waxed poetic about inspiration and writing, et al., this post is going to be a bit of a let down. There's no way around it. But now that I've stated it, we can move on and enjoy it for what it is: a pretty section of San Francisco that is probably always overshadowed by North Beach, which it hugs up against and . I'm not even really sure where one ends and the other begins, although it's probably safe to assume that once you start seeing Chinese lanterns and writing everywhere, you've crossed over to the other side.
These last two photos aren't from Chinatown, they're from our drive through the city, back towards the bridge, our car, the open road, and reality. Ah well, at least now my reality = Los Angeles. It's hard to complain about that.
It was a WONDERFUL trip, and I feel like we fit so much in even though we were only there for a couple short days. Thank you so much to David, Joy, Aaron, Nadia, and little Ella for being our hosts and showing us around.