Yesterday was one of those beautiful, warm and lazy Sundays with the potential to do anything. Thom and I made our way downtown and strolled around the Heart of the City Farmers Market at the UN Plaza. We bought some amazing cinnamon swirl bread and gigantic-softball sized grapefruits. It was interesting to see exotic foods for sale like sugar cane and pomelos. There was a Chinese man playing the erhu near one end and a hippie strumming on her guitar by the other. Everything felt very calm and so...San Franciscan.
Afterward, we tried to go to Mama's out by Washington Square Park but the line OUTSIDE the door deterred us. Instead, we ventured out towards Fisherman's Wharf and had brunch at Buena Vista Cafe. I tried my first Irish coffee [where they also happened to have been first invented] and ate some delicious omelets.
Later that evening, we took a nice stroll out by the beach and dunes. I must say, living in San Francisco isn't too bad. Not bad at all.