by Angeliska on December 8, 2008
Yes, and so we resume our elaborate account
of San Franciscan adventures! There was just
so much loveliness, it seems a shame not to
share it- and if I don’t hop on it.. Bottomless
oubliettes will be the fate of these wee tales,
so I had better be quick and relate them to you, eh?
If I could have breakfast at Tartine every morning,
I would be the fattest, sassiest, happiest little hedgehog, ever.
The frangipane tart (pictured above) is my favorite.
Just looking at it makes me have longing feelings!
Not pictured were brioche bread pudding with peaches,
quiche and gingerbread- and steaming bowls of café au lait.
We took a lengthy stroll afterwards, up and down the hills-
picking beautiful blossoms, reading secret messages
written on the sidewalk, and drooling at all the
gorgeous victorian houses encrusted in gingerbread.
I think maybe you could never be unhappy if you lived here.
I found the perfect flowers to adorn my shoes- yes, worishofers
I found on ebay. They are so good for walking and dancing!
Eventually we made our way to Gypsy Honeymoon,
a haven for wonderful treasures and yumminess.
Our Lady of the Piano Shawls
Hello, I am a very fancy lady made of cake living in a bell jar.
Oh, handsome mannequin man with your fluffy white chicken-
please let me into your glass case so that I might try on
those sparkly 1920′s flapper dresses and adorn myself
with victorian mourning bracelets made of hair!
Caught in the mirror of passing fancies-
I must say it was difficult to leave!
Do stop by for a visit there,
should you find yourself in the bay.
Be prepared to covet everything
you see, and leave with many parcels!