Sitting at my favorite table in my favorite Caffe DeLucchi in San Francisco, I felt rather guilty about living so close to the city. It is such a pleasure to visit this incredible place on the regular basis. San Francisco has burst out into full summer and made me feel suddenly so alive and so young that I could not stop smiling.
I looked through the windows on the Columbus Avenue, and
lovely waiter brought in my wine and a few dishes I ordered from the Happy Hour menu
(pizza, meatballs, potatoes), commented on the beautiful day outside, and all
was very delicious and all was very seductive.
I reminded myself once again, that San Francisco was mine, and I
discovered it for myself. Even though it happened 20 years ago...
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