San Francisco, USA

Mar 2013

Texts and photos by Laura Taccari

Listen: Otis Redding, Sitting on the dock of the bay


San Francisco starts with a red bridge.

At first, it’s a string of dots getting ready to dive into the water, then slowly the dots get clearer and clearer and start becoming houses, windows, fat trees along the edges of the pavements, tram going up and down a toy track. Somewhere at the back, an American flag is swinging relentlessly from side to side. Finally, the city takes shape and we see it for what it is. The sky is so still and white that it makes you think of snow. The wind is charged with energy. The lack of light makes colours stronger. It feels like something dramatic is about to happen. Instead, this is just one of many Tuesdays, wrapped in a fog that belongs to the city in the same way as the steep roads, the pastel colours and the organic food.

We don’t feel like resting, we are impatient. We drive through that zigzag of hedges in flower that is Lombard street, eat giant crabs at Fisherman’s Wharf and get lost in Mission’s flat street. Finally, at sunset, we get to Alamo Square. We keep going up and down and it’s rewarding. We enjoy it and we feel as we were kids again.

We look at the Victorian houses, one by one as they were rooms of a museum. Dust pale blue, periwinkle blue, dusty pink, cream, Havana brown and burgundy, green sage and pale yellow. Every combination is a reward for the eyes. We try to choose our favourite, but we feel that every and each of them has in itself a kind of melody that makes it magical and desirable.

And from the top of that green hill we are standing on, in the crumbs of a day that has not turned into evening yet, we realize that San Francisco is the perfect setting for a fairy-tale for adults still kids.


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