Sometimes living in SF feels like living in a great European city. I'm not the first one to say this, but there are times when I walk from neighborhood to neighborhood all lined with Victorians and interesting people, often speaking different languages or sporting different styles, and bright sunshine and cool air, I just have to sigh and smile.
Especially in this sort of season when I can walk a mere three blocks to a farmer's market and stock up on fresh veg and flowers from open carts, and walk home with it all in a canvas bag.
And the tomatoes are in season. Can't wait. Even my kitchen table looks happy to see me when I get home.
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