To me, the most memorable moments in the city were those spent in the myriad independent coffee shops, sipping slowly and deeply on perfectly crafted, intensely different cortados. The West Coast has been the coffee bed for eternity. Seattle holds no candle to the diversity of coffee that dots the landscape of San Francisco. Coming from New York, I have to say, that I found little new other than the weather, expansiveness except for the coffee. It is, after all, a city and behaves just as one with its cultural enclaves, food markets, restaurants, night clubs et all. But the coffee shops. Those were another realm!
Also, on my first day on the West Coast, I realized I forgot to pack my camera card. I could have bought a new one. But, I took that as an opportune signal to leave the bulk behind and walk light! So, all the photos I took, below, were on my iPhone and processed using VSCOCAM.
