Drove into the City so M could check into her hotel. We hit gay pride parade traffic. Union Square. Chinatown. North Beach. Same old jaunts but I never get tired of it and, most importantly, neither do my guests.
North Beach is SF's Italian neighborhood and I'm in heaven when I am there. Yep, it's all about the language and the accent. Keeps my Italian dream trip alive until I make it to the real Italia. Anyway, we sipped coffee while we people watched in the warm afternoon sun along with continuous girl talk.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
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