I left my heart in San Francisco


I didn’t expect to love San Francisco. All I can say, I can’t wait to get back there. It’s an American city that thinks its in Europe. I was constantly reminded of the architecture of Barcelona and Madrid. The food where we stayed in North Beach was Italian, or Italian or Italian. Mostly.

The farmers market was reminiscent of the markets in France, beautifully laid out fruit and vegetable, all organic. Yet this is a truly international city with a Chinese quarter, Mexican, Thai and Indian food, and lots of fish on, well Fisherman’s Wharf.

Our hotel, the San Remo was a short walk from Fishermans Wharf, the cable cars and some excellent places to eat. We are supposed to on a budget, so the first night we shared chowder in a bread bowl at Aliotos a place we would return to on our last night as the food, service and views were worth it.

The one restaurant we ate at, stayed with us and not just in our minds, for a couple of days. The Stinking Rose Very cleansing! Good job we both indulged in the Bagna Calda!

We were lucky with the weather in that we experienced the city in warm sunshine and, how most people experience it, in fog.

A city of contrasts in so many ways!

We will be back!

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About Travelling Coral

I started blogging in 2011 to record some of the highlights of the round the world trip I made with my husband Phil. On the 5 month trip we visited California, New Zealand, Australia, Fiji, Malaysia and Thailand. We met some fantastic people, saw amazing things and ate some lovely food. Yet while enjoying these new experiences I became acutely aware of the inequality in both first and third world countries. The gap between the rich and the poor on the streets of LA and KL was the same. On my return home, I realised that this inequality existed in the UK. I had to leave the country to see it for what it was. Food banks were opening in every town and city. I read the now famous blog, A Girl Called Jack and got more interested in how food poverty impacts the lives of so many people in my home country. And I got angry. And wanted to do something about it. Now, I work for Smethwick CAN, a charity bringing people together to tackle poverty, increase aspiration, provide opportunity and support the most vulnerable. One of the projects is a foodbank. Food poverty is shocking in any country, yet over a third of edible food still ends up in landfill. No one should go hungry, yet children are going to school without breakfast. Parents are skipping meals to feed their children. Foodbanks are a sticking plaster not a cure for food poverty. So, in addition to working for a charity that is supporting people in crisis, I volunteer for The Real Junk Food Project. They intercept food that would normally be thrown away, and cook it and serve it in a Pay as You Feel Cafe. I am still adjusting to life back at home in Birmingham, England, I have terminal Farsickness. To keep it at bay, I drag my husband and sometimes the son on shorter trips both in the UK and overseas. I now post random stuff that interests me. This includes travel, food and well being. The writing keeps me sane. Long term travelling is my goal.

One thought on “I left my heart in San Francisco

  1. So pleased you’re having a good time. And now I know where to go if want Italian food! (As you may have noticed, I’ve not travelled much, so my comments will mainly consist of vague attempts to respond, with even vaguer attempts at humour. I have nothing in the way of travel advice to offer.) Love to you both. L x


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