A favorite haunt of Jack Kerouac, Vesuvio straddles Columbus Ave and Jack Kerouac Alley and offers cozy respite to the city's cold rainy nights. Downstairs, a long wooden bar aches to be sidled up to; upstairs, the scene is perfect for reading a book, chatting with friends, or lose yourself for hours -- just like Kerouac.
They're huge. They're burnt orange.
Intricate, elegant and delicate, tea cups in Chinatown are as fragile as snowflakes and just as beautiful.
San Fransisco is compact, but it's still easy to get lost. Fortunately, someone was thoughtful enough to emboss the sidewalks with street names, to make navigation just a bit easier.
When I was in Chinatown, orange trees were everywhere. So were little girls.
Walking along the Golden Gate is transcendent -- the city in the hazy background, islands and mountains dotting the vista, and wide seascapes all around. There are, however, a few sobering reminders along the bridge that not everyone loves the walk as much as you do.
Riding the cable cars in San Fransisco is a bit overpriced ($5 per person, one-way), but it's so much fun and offers such a great view of the city that it's hard to resist -- especially when it's raining out and you don't really feel like trudging up another wet San Fran hill.