During the fall 2017, Henri and I stayed for a month in the San Francisco Bay, thanks to the generosity of friends I’m incredibly grateful I met in NYC. I had visited the SF Bay thirteen years ago, back in the days when my English was very broken, I was traveling without a phone and moving here from a foreign country for work wasn’t really a concept yet. I fell in love, of course. After my second visit, I finally decided that I will never, ever live in San Francisco. But I will visit it at least every 13 years. Continue reading “San Francisco Every Thirteen Years”
San Francisco Every Thirteen Years
