I left my son in San Francisco.
Well, actually, my son moved to San Francisco some years ago. Which is Jake with me, because it gives me an excuse to visit Tony Bennet’s City By The Bay.
As often as my son will, well, tolerate.
Although to be honest, and having seen “San Andreas,” I try to pick and choose my visits carefully. No tremors please.
All that aside, what I really love about SF is that it’s a really, really photogenic city. If we were still using cameras with actual film I’d have exhausted my son’s inheritance by now shooting the city he fled…I mean moved…to.
It’s a dramatic city.
An enigmatic city.
One might even say there’s no escape from this city.
It’s a great city to get lost in.
Because it’s surrounded by water on three sides, so, really, you can only wander aimlessly so far before your feet get wet.
It’s also a city of hills, so if you are really lost just get to the highest point to see where you are.
A city of the arts.
Arts with attitude.
Where even the buildings have something profound to say.
It’s also a very bikeable city. I’ve ridden many miles along its twisted streets and coastlines.
Like I said, it’s a very good thing we don’t have to use film anymore, else my family would bar me from the place forever.
Or my son would have to put himself in the Witness Protection Program so I couldn’t track him down anymore.
I normally reserve this phrase for GNV, but I love this town.
FreeGNV 