Photos by Drew
San Francisco was another one of those places I didn’t have a whole lot of expectations for, which is no fault of San Francisco’s. It’s just that the things I was most excited about seeing on our California trip were all silent film-related, and I couldn’t think of many places to visit. One of my big silent screen/talkie-writer favorites Anita Loos was from San Francisco, but as far as I know there aren’t any spots in the city dedicated to her (though I could definitely be wrong and kind of hope I am).
Fortunately once again I was blown away by the place, ended up meeting two other bloggers, and even found a pretty good silent film connection by accident. It was my first trip ever to San Francisco, and when we drove into Union Square it was scary and overwhelming, but then Drew and I walked around and met up with Francesca and got a tour that completely changed my mind about the city. It is beautiful, especially when you get outside the main section and start walking the hills (so steep that some of them have stairs), past Victorian houses and art deco high rises. We decided that if you have to live in a really big city, San Francisco must be a pretty good one to live in.
Francesca and her little dog Westley were every bit as lovely as they are on her blog. She brought us some cupcakes that were amazing and then showed us all over the city. We met up with her for breakfast at Brenda’s before we left on Wednesday, and I wish I got her picture then too because her outfit was absolutely perfect–little ’30s dress, cardigan, oxfords and socks. She’s really the nicest, too.
The only bad part of my San Francisco trip was that I got sick, probably thanks to the heatwave and dry California air that I’m just not used to at all. So I spent most of Tuesday in bed with a book (Day of the Locust–not really the most cheerful California book in the world), and when I finished that I wasted time online doing research on our hotel, only to find that the Fatty Arbuckle scandal took place there, and only two floors above me. For those of you who never heard about it, it was one of the biggest scandals of the silent film period–basically the actor Rosco “Fatty” Arbuckle was accused of rape and manslaughter after Virginia Rappe, an actress who went to his wild party at the St. Francis, got sick died a few days later. He ended up being acquitted (and most likely wasn’t to blame) but the affair pretty much ruined his career and was one of the biggest media sensations of the time. So I was sick, but not too sick to slip on shoes and run up the stairs to the outside of room 1220 where the party took place. I don’t think it was haunted.
After that Drew and I went on a walk to go find a sushi restaurant, and while we were walking we ran into Jennine of The Coveted. And she was wonderful and nice and wore the best glasses, and if I weren’t such a nervous person I would have gotten a photograph. Then we ate sushi, got ice cream at Swensen’s, and took a nightime walk to the extra 1930s Coit Tower, which I think just might have the best views in all the city.