Blissed out weekend

Japantown, Warm soba noodles & scallops in piping hot nabe bowl, Sophie's crepes with fresh strawberries and cream, Kinokuniya bookstore with Japanese glossies, one mochi wrapped in leaf and one red bean jelly please.

Brother in town, reconnecting over Roses pizza and polenta, biking beach, running Lyon steps to a soundtrack and outrun by a grandpa in spandex, pause for a soy green tea iced, Proust questionnaire asked, thoughts on life, family, love.

Loved seeing Lindz on 4th St, O Chame bentos, Farewell to our beloved Eccolo & their commitment to uncompromised quality- the chef stands at the doorway of his empty restaurant, Peets fredos, one organic rose hand creme that smelled divine, watching Julie+Julia- lovely but it wouldn't end, laughs forever, support through transition, a true friend is the best thing on earth.

On bike heading down block to beach to start the weekend, sites to see, paper to pick up, sun to soak in, watching San Francisco in the fall to a soundtrack is bliss.

Summer Fun (According to Anne :)

Inspired by being red blog (http://being-red.blogspot.com)

1) Getting on my bike, riding down to the beach while listening to music (currently 500 days of summer soundtrack and owl city :).

2) Tennis at Alta Plaza park on sunny mornings

3) Blanket, grassy knoll, magazines & a picnic

4) Sharing brunch alfresco at Roses with friends on lazy Sundays (Smoked salmon & scrambled egg pizza always hits the spot, especially when washed down with a mimosa :)

5) Summer Love!

Sunny weekend

Sun Sun Sun!



This weekend I....


enjoyed many sunny bike rides down to the beach

met a windsurfer at Chrissy

Had salmon, tabouleh + hand-made pita, then pistachio gelato at a mediterranean restaurant, alfresco, with an old friend

read the Sunday NY Times instead of the Chronicle, laughed at an article about Jason Mraz

got sunny highlights in my hair

had thin crust pizza & a white wine on a Monday afternoon with good company

saw Funny people at Kabuki, smuggled in treats from Nijiya market

was gifted a great japanese cookbook on soy desserts, discovered a japanese bookstore I could get lost in

feng-shui'd my little studio





feel so rested & a bit sun burnt!

Amelie in the city

The minute I walked in here, I loved it. I loved it even more when a server waded through the crowds and politely handed us a menu with a smile and asked us how we were...at a wine bar!

The feeling here is very mellow, charming, and cozy. The people who work there obviously take pride in their jobs.

I love Russian Hill, it feels like a little french town esconced in urban San Francisco.

I love San Francisco, even its cloak of fog

Seen tonight on an evening run down the beach.

Gorgeous! I'm getting used to the fog now, and realizing if I don't enjoy getting out there in the cold, I will literally never step foot outside my little apartment.


Run on sand


Stretch on steps


Pause for nature

I love that this is my backyard, so beautiful.

Freedom

"Money lives in New York.
Power sits in Washington.
Freedom sips cappuccino in a sidewalk cafe in San Francisco." -Joe Flower

J'aime la liberte!


Seen at Dolores Park, the SF Symphony


The SF Symphony serenading the picnicking citizens of SF.
Glazy-eyed guitar strummers on the far side, straw hats and white linen; Renoir-esque loungers sipping sparkling wine, diligent students squinting at coffee stained notes heads propped on backpacks, and an ice cream vendor totes his happy sun-burned son, coconut pops are a 1.99.

The picnic is the great democratizing institution of summer..."

An American, Abstract Flowers & the SF MOMA

Seen at the SFMOMA.

Looking In, Robert Frank's "The Americans"

"Trolley-New Orleans"
"This photograph was made only days after Frank was arrested and jailed in McGehee, Arkansas, for no apparent reason except that he was foreign-born. As a Jewish man who gre up in Europe during WWIII, he came through that incident with greatly intensified sympathy for people whose race or religion pushed them to the margins of society. Showing a rigid progression from male to female, white to black, old to young to old again, a poignant display of profound but pent-up emotion, this photograph encapsulates both the despair of racial segregation and the tension Frank had recently experienced..."



"The fourth section of the Americans is both the most brutal and the most hopeful. The opening suite of twelve photographs presents a stunning critique of the country. It implies that the American political system drowns out the voice of its average citizens; that Americans worship false icons, such as cowboys and movie stars; that their work is restrictive and unsatisfactory; and that their rich are arrogant, their poor are meek, and their middle class are lulled into quiet submission by a consumer culture.

P.S. I also loved Georgia O'Keefe's conceptual, vibrant flower & nature paintings. My favorite was the Birchtree oil on canvas, but was unable to get an image. This is another painting of hers I found online that I liked,