Jon and I walked through nearly all of the neighborhoods on the north-eastern side of San Francisco. Russian Hill was exausting, Nob hill–beautiful, the area just south of Nob Hill? Kind of ghetto. We were happy to get into Japan Town where the houses and streets are cleaner, and even happier still to find Fillmore.
Okay. Fillmore. Do any of you know about The Fillmore in Denver? I used to live a couple blocks from one of the coolest concert venues in Colorado. It was modeled (and perhaps owned by?) The Fillmore in San Francisco, so we wanted to go and check it out. The Fillmore in San Francisco was a big unmarked building with a will-call-window. Haha. Well. It must be incredible on the inside.
Anyhow, up on Fillmore we found a paper shop and bought a few things for the wedding (oh, who are we kidding. The wedding was an excuse because I love paper stores) and a bottle of sparkling wine from a liquor store we had read about. I’m rather excited to drink it.
We eventually walked back to the North Shore area and caught a cable car, which was admittedly pretty cool. I was reluctant. There was a 1 HOUR line at the turn around station to get on them. ONE HOUR. How absurd is that?
And randomly, there was the North Shore Festival going on that weekend. Jon and I are always a fan of street vendors and free stuff, so we had a pretty good time there. Lunch at Marcos, which was cool–a tiny little place right outside of the park (festival) where we grabbed beers and really tasty sandwiches.
And then after that, we headed south.
