travelaura: guillee: I love this San Francisco poster by Kevin Dart. It’s available as a print for just $30. I can’t wait to visit San Francisco Every time I see a poster like this, I get a small stab of yearning for San Francisco. Even though, in many ways, San Francisco is just like every other American city I’ve seen - rougher than I’m used to, and a little bit broken. Perhaps what I yearn for is the San Francisco I fell in love with before I ever saw the place - the city in my mind that I explored with old Dean Moriarty.  The promise, the adventure, the people, the stories, the jazz, the booze, the exquisite crazy life of that place. That version of San Francisco is still there, somewhere.  I saw glimpses of it as the fog rolled over the bridge and around the young people, drunk in the park by the bay.  I tasted it in the coffee at Haight Ashbury and the pizzas at North Beach; I smelt it in the old wood and dust of the bookstores. San Francisco makes me remember the time when I was a writer, and not a lawyer. It is a city of the imagination.  It is a tiny part of me, San Francisco, and, for a short while at least, I was a tiny part of it. 

travelaura:

guillee:

I love this San Francisco poster by Kevin Dart. It’s available as a print for just $30.

I can’t wait to visit San Francisco

Every time I see a poster like this, I get a small stab of yearning for San Francisco. Even though, in many ways, San Francisco is just like every other American city I’ve seen - rougher than I’m used to, and a little bit broken.

Perhaps what I yearn for is the San Francisco I fell in love with before I ever saw the place - the city in my mind that I explored with old Dean Moriarty.  The promise, the adventure, the people, the stories, the jazz, the booze, the exquisite crazy life of that place.

That version of San Francisco is still there, somewhere.  I saw glimpses of it as the fog rolled over the bridge and around the young people, drunk in the park by the bay.  I tasted it in the coffee at Haight Ashbury and the pizzas at North Beach; I smelt it in the old wood and dust of the bookstores.

San Francisco makes me remember the time when I was a writer, and not a lawyer. It is a city of the imagination.  It is a tiny part of me, San Francisco, and, for a short while at least, I was a tiny part of it.