That old adage "be careful what you wish for" never scared me, possibly because when I set my mind to something, it comes true.
Recently I posted this wonderful Henri Cartier-Bresson photo on my Facebook page, with the caption "This is how Paris looked today. (Well, a girl can dream, can't she?)"
One of the comments it garnered came from Lila Tadjer, who lives in Paris. She tells me that yes, today it is raining there–
And mentioned how much she loves my city of San Francisco as well.
Here's hoping she visits again, soon.
If she does, I hope she will take time to walk through our Golden Gate Park, which is home to both the DeYoung Museum of Fine Art and the California Academy of Sciences.
Between them, in the Music Concourse, is nestled our very modest version of Paris' Jardin des Tuileries…
Granted, it is modest compared to Paris's large, stately garden and its fountains, which is a respite both for Parisians and its visitors. In a city filled with architectural eye candy, it is one of Paris's most pleasing sights: lounging chairs for those who want to soak up the sun, and large silver balls bobbing in the wake emanating from the fountain's gurgle. Every now and then you'll catch a phrase or two in a foreign accent. It is, truly, a crossroad of the world….
But on a clear, warm day in December, when it is cold and drizzling in Paris, I'll take Golden Gate Park.
The best of both worlds,
(Below: The Music Concourse, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco)