Back in 2009 was my first of many return trips, to the wonderful San Francisco with the ex Boy-Toy. It was also the second, of many more to come, meetings of blogger, and now good friend Kailyne, who was our host. She and I are definitely the equivalent to Pasty and Edina. When we go to Napa Valley to par take of the nectar of the Gods, they put out warnings to the valley, we're coming. Since then, I have several friends and drag sis's in San Fran. Ever since the first time out, my favorite place in the city is by far, The Palace of Fine Arts. It made me feel just like being Aphrodite or Hermes on Mt Olympus!!! The Palace of Fine Arts is in the Marina district, off Baker Street at the edge of the Presdio. The Palace dominates a small neighborhood park that features lawns to picnic on and a small lagoon populated by birds, fish and turtles. It's the only remaining structure from the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition, a historic World Fair style event, that put San Fran back on the map as a major global art city, after the devastation of the 1906 earthquake and fire. It's Greek style colonnades and soaring rotunda make it a singular and recognizable feature of San Fran's northern skyline. Up close, the scale of the structure is truly breathtaking, and it makes for a very nice, peaceful, and picturesque day away from the hub bub of in town.
As much as I enjoy being in San Francisco...cards on the table. I by far enjoy being and staying in Sausalito far more. Nothing like a bike ride over the Golden Gate. And the men in Sausalito were quite cool vibed, and arty.
