San Francisco: Arriving

The last time I was in this city it was only for six months. We lived in an apartment in Pacific Heights and I loved every minute of it. San Francisco has only improved in my absence.

From my hotel window I can see the giant statue of a man reclining high up on the roof top edge of a building, a structure that is such a visual distortion that it must be the oddest place in the world in which to work, the Bridge to Oakland and a spot called Mel's Diner that apparently has the best milk shakes.

It's amazing how many RWA people now arrive on Monday. I've been doing it for years but the few I talked to came early to do some serious sightseeing before the conference starts. The group I am with will do what we always do on Tuesday -- go shopping. There are some fabulous stores all within walking distance of the hotel. I know this is the land of Ghirardelli chocolate but I am hoping to find some See's Truffles -- my personal favorite

Note that the only bit of history in this post is that I lived her for six month once upon a time. I must add that I would love to do it again.