Yesterday dawned bright and clear. Polker’s was calling my name, and I answered happily by sitting at an outside table. It was delightful to sit in the fall sunshine and watch the people walking by, when I wasn’t flipping through Vogue’s Best Dressed issue or eating pancakes with pecan butter and drinking freshly-squeezed orange juice.
The green and red wild parrots flashed their wings in the sun, calling out a raucous hello to me as they flew overhead, a familiar sight and sound from the days when I lived here.
After dawdling over breakfast, I stopped in at Russian Hill Books, one of my favorite stores in the old neighborhood. I picked up a fabulous Film Noir calendar for the rapidly approaching new year, and it reminded me that the Film Noir Festival is also rapidly approaching. I hope I’ll be able to attend – and do a better job of picking the dates than I did this year.
I stopped in at the cheap and cheerful nail salon, where I was warmly greeted as always, relaxing in an overstuffed chair with my hands soaking in warm water with fresh mint and flowers in it. I was thinking of doing a French manicure with gold polish and glitter tips, but decided on just gold instead:
In the evening, it looked almost bronze. I really like it.
Today, I’m planning to pick up some Victor’s pizza to take home with me, and stop by the Pissarro exhibit at the Legion of Honor, possibly my favorite museum in the city, before heading back to Hooterville.