I find myself thinking I am in philly. It doesn't feel like California. Not in the least. It feels like a dream come true. And a good revelation at that. The area around the airport was a lot greener than I imagined, but the streets are so similar to philly even in their names, there's a market street, chestnut street, and a pine avenue, so similar. I keep thinking, "This is California. Don't forget it, girl dream come true. Big time."
Café Pescatore on Friday night was quite an experience. Me talking to people I hardly know, fun final evening coupled with the day at Fisherman's Wharf. San Francisco was good. The scenery here is picturesque. Just a true professional photographer's haven. It's slightly decided. This might be the location of my move from Atlanta. Just the first sight was a civil protest a stone throw from the hotel. End the war, stop bush!, etc, by university students with posters, and a loud speaker. You do not see that in Atlanta, ever.
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