Waving from San Francisco--a day late!
This isn't the first time I've ended up hobbling around San Francisco with various parts of my feet bleeding and stinging. I come here regularly. I don't seem to learn the lesson.
What would you absolutely not wear? Until I got these black numbers with straps across the foot, putrid green stitching, fake putrid green buttons and those mushy soles formed to fit the the bottom of your foot (what a concept)and a shine like wet rubber even when they're dry--until these I could have said I absolutely would not wear icky shoes.
Speaking of things that go on your feet, I have finally seen BLADES OF GLORY. I "had" to give up walking yesterday so I chose to see a movie and this time I actually ignored Jerry's wrinkled nose (there's no violence in BLADES OF GLORY) and insisted this was my choice. If you haven't seen it, get there. My life could not have been complete if I hadn't seen an Iron Lotus performed, or poor Jimmy sucking toilet paper along the public bathroom floor because the key he needed was on top. He couldn't just pick up the key because his hands were handcuffed to a rail inside the stall. The key unlocked the handcuffs. It really is funny. Trust me.
Almost forgot. This has been a chocolate vacation. I've eaten chocolates from every fine chocolate shop in town. There are a zillion fine chocolate shops here. Each piece was individually selected my moi. Coffee mushrooms, marzipan filled dates, champagne truffles . . . everything covered with delectable chocolate, the silky, slip-down-your-throat kind of chocolate.
Then there was the chocolate croissant, chocolate moche and green tea brownies. I'm feeling quite sick and the thought of getting on a scale frightens me.
A tip: almond croissants settle the stomach after too many cups of coffee.
What was most memorable about your last vacation?
Cheers, Stella
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