Hello Frisco

Here it comes, some San Francisco pix, in all their glory, where I see how many different shots of the Golden Gate bridge I can find.

I recently re-read Jack Kerouac’s Big Sur: “…marching forth into North Beach…I’ve bounced drunk into his City Lights bookshop at the height of Saturday night business…” That’s Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s bookshop of course, and his cabin that Kerouac heads to in Big Sur to self-destruct.

And then across the alley to Vesuvio for some drinks…

Some other stuff:


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