At some point in a day spent in San Francisco, one must find a respite from the bustle that draws us in the first place.
My niece Nicole and I are in the city to buy a special occasion dress. First, we enjoy our favorite French toast brunch at Colibri, then engage in clothes-changing aerobics at Macy’s. Next, we maneuver the crowds to the mall, shop, and drink coffee. Finally, our Fitbits reward us with a fireworks display — 10,000 steps!
We exit the mall, cross Market Street and head back to Union Square. Clanks and beeps clash with boombox music and blaring religious admonishments, their collective echoes held captive by the towering buildings.
Saturday is slow to give up her star billing in San Francisco.