The view from behind the waterfall at the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial at Yerba Buena Gardens.
Although I was skeptical about the move, after two months of living in San Francisco, I have no doubt that coming here was the right decision for me and my husband.
Living in the City is inspiring us to do new things together, and reinvigorating our marriage. This week, for example, we've been out to the movies or the theater four nights in a row, and we're off again this morning to bring a picnic lunch to Opera in the Park--a free event at Sharon Meadow in Golden Gate Park. We'll ride our bikes there, coasting downhill to Fisherman's Wharf from our flat in North Beach, enjoying the cool fog air and glorious views along Aquatic Park and Marina Green before turning inland at the Presidio.
I'm a little surprised that so far the move is turning out well for us. But what's even more surprising is that it's also turning out well for our friends. We've had more visitors in the past two months than we had in the previous two years in the suburbs.
This week, my old friend Mike Barr came to the city of his youth for the first time in years. We took in the Stein Collection (Matisse, Picasso, and the Parisian Avant-Garde) at the Museum of Modern Art, walked kitty corner to the Jewish Contemporary Museum to see the Gertrude Stein exhibit, then crossed the street to Yerba Buena Gardens where we ambled behind the waterfall at the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial and had a cup of chai upstairs at Samovar Tea Lounge.
I know it's corny and embarrassingly uncool, but I feel grateful to San Francisco for bringing me such a wealth of new experiences and old friends.
The front of the MLK Memorial in Yerba Buena Gardens.
The view down the colonnade from Samovar Tea Lounge which is above and behind the MLK Memorial.
The round roof of the Museum of Modern Art as seen from Yerba Buena Gardens.