Last night around 10:15, I was driving into San Francisco and fireworks were going off across the bay. I got a little lost, but my gps saved me. Around eleven pm, I was crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. Amazing.
Today, a gray day in S
ausalito, I found a small, independent bookstore, Habitat, and bought, at the owner’s recommendation, one book I’d heard of, Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson, and one I hadn’t, The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery.
I met a wine blogger from Real Napa, a vineyard owned and operated exclusively by women, and ordered a case of wine.
At her recommendation, I headed to Fish, a 30-minute walk from town on a tucked-away pier. Definitely worth the detour.
Also found this really cool door,
by
these
really cool
steps…
“It’s hard to tell somebody what you mean to say. And that’s an idea that I’m obsessed with. It’s why I write. It’s why everybody writes.”
--Jonathan Safran Foer
