When asked about my favourite travel destination – or favourite book, or band, or meal, or anything, really – my response is simple: my favourite is the one I fell in love with last.
San Francisco may prove to be the exception.
Like most of my ill-fated romances, I fell in love almost immediately. Against my better judgment, the crazy microclimates, the sometimes vertically inclined streets, and the cold and noisy Victorian apartments charmed me.
In those few and altogether brief days, I couldn’t get enough of the views, the food, the people.