Last week I spent a few days in San Francisco, my favorite city in California. Fortunately, it didn't rain during my time there, and I was able to explore the city by foot and hike some hills. Among my most memorable moments were: sampling my first pistachio macaron from Bristol Farms, closely eyeing the Versace for H&M window displays on Powell St., browsing the vintage designer merchandise at Cris and Town School Clothes Closet, admiring the early holiday decorations and watching the ice skaters in Union Square, inspecting the holiday-perfect red and leopard pieces in the Giambattista Valli collection at Macy's (more photos on my other fashion blog), and appreciating the lack of crowds in the stores around Union Square.
Each time I visit a big city like San Francisco, I return with a renewed sense of appreciation for my car, suburban space, and having the luxury of being able to drive places and easily find parking. (I also return with a desire to wear my highest heels since I'm able to get around in my car.) What I love most about the trip to San Francisco though is the drive from southern California. Being able to experience the change of scenery from suburban landscape to calming ocean views to rural cow pastures on the 101 to bustling city is an amazing thing to witness in a span of six hours or so. Each time I return, I already miss the place.
