Not since I washed upon these sandy shores of the French Riviera a few months short of a year ago have I felt such a longing to be back in my beloved City by the Bay. Perhaps it was two friends here in Paris who just moved back to San Francisco and should be settling into their apartment in Noe Valley as we speak (so to speak, uhhhh, type, uh, never mind)?
Or maybe it was the inordinate number of people who, this past Friday at rush hour, took it upon themselves (without so much as consulting their fellow travelers) to pursue the Guinness Book of World Records for the number of human beings and various furry beasts that can be compacted into a subway car and not be permanently maimed or disfigured…or groped as the case may be?
Could it be the fact that the thermometer on our kitchen window ledge hasn’t crept above 12ºC (a balmy 50ºF) in longer than I can remember causing our electric/gas bill this month to come in at a whopping 375 EUROS!!!!!?
Or maybe it was reading Culinary Muse's delightful reminder that “Spring has (indeed) arrived in San Francisco!”? Her enchanting prose and brilliant photography instantly transported me back revealing that as magnificent as Paris is, there really is no place like home...when home is glorious San Francisco. Thank you for reminding me! Now maybe if I click my heels 3 times…..
*disclaimer on the photo - i didn't take it. duh! i am "borrowing" it from somewhere in cyberspace. i can't remember where otherwise i'd give the photographer credit. if you are the photographer please don't sue me. i'm just a poor broke cook, and not a very good one, trying to make it in France.