m i n d i n g m y l a n g u a g e | day thirty-four

Traipsing around San Francisco, we couldn't be happier to stumble upon the delightful Russian Hill. With an early start and a delightful hotel room awaiting us, we left the hostel and checked in to the Larkspur. BLISS. It's gorgeous to say the least. We then set off for the Golden Gate Bridge and it shone in spectacular glory, with the harbour fresh and choppy below. Haight Ashbury was an experience to see and when we went in search of a second hand store called Cris that I'd read about, we didn't realise we'd be walking the entire length of Polk Street just to find it. Blood sugar levels at an all time low, we finally found a little place for lunch before things started looking up. A gourmet deli where we plan to revisit this evening, and then the shop, like the holy grail of all designer second hand stores. It was a sad day when The Frock Exchange in Sydney closed down, and here we've found one that hosts Balenciaga, Prada, Gucci, Marni, Chloe, Chanel and Louis Vuitton to name a few, all pre-loved but barley worn. Most still boasted new tags, can you believe it? I gave a new home to a very special cashmere Marc Jacobs cardigan and label-less dress but I adored it anyway. It was the perfect garment for our Saturday night at The Top Of The Mark, a very special bar on level nineteen at the top of the Intercontinental. San Francisco provided the most stunning backdrop and the live band played Mustang Sally. Beat that.