By Jules Clancy
It had been 9 years since I was last in San Francisco. I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
A lot of things had changed.
I was no longer an aspiring wine maker (although still an enthusiastic wine drinker!). I was no longer a miserable newly-wed living in San Jose, whose only bright days were the occasional day trips catching the train up to lovely SF for some decent food and a little ray of culture.
San Francisco seemed a lot quieter than I remembered. Maybe that’s because everywhere (with the possible exception of Tokyo) seems sedate compared to the pace of New York.
But she is still a beautiful, vibrant old city. I still feel at home there and can’t help but notice the similarities between herself and my home town of Sydney.
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