Russian Hill. I know the cable car is unhip but I was exhausted from mountaineering around the city. A French family darted in front of me to take the last seats and I figured what the hell, I’ll just draw instead.
From a trip to San Francisco last year.
This time last year, I was painting in San Francisco. This is a piece from that trip.
Like every sane person, I love San Francisco and its many charms. On my latest trip I decided to just go ahead and indulge my nerdy aspect and explore Russian Hill, where so much of the Tales of the City novels took place.
A Google Maps search did not return a Barbary Lane, but I was glad to see the Searchlight Market and Swensen’s Ice Cream- pictured here- both of which were featured in the books.
Swensen’s showed up in Mary Ann in Autumn, which I highly recommend. I did not get any ice cream, which I now regret.
We picked up lunch here at the Bi-Rite on the way to the Legion of Honor. buy now
Julia asked the worker- sandwich chef?- what would travel the best. He had a beard and San Francisco pallor and gave the question very serious consideration before offering a measured response. He was obviously an expert (albeit in an obscure subject), and I liked how seriously he treated his sandwich creations, which really were excellent- perfect rustic baguette, salty prosciutto, creamy fresh mozzarella and basil or arugula or something.
Also I’d like to mention that the guards at the Legion of Honor did not care that we carried an entire box of wine into the museum. Later in the day after much time on buses and through different foggy microclimates, the guards at the De Young also did not care that we brought half a box of wine into the museum. Only in San Francisco, probably, god bless them.
A pretty great day.
Another from my trip to San Francisco. I enjoyed watching the light change on the buildings as they swoop up and down the hills. Do buildings swoop?
Painted from a bench outside the Ferry Building on the San Francisco Embarcadero.