Josh and I had the good fortune of being offered a room with some hip cats on Page street - the most beautiful street I've ever seen in San Francisco. Every house on the block is a work of art. We were also seduced into attending the Hardly, Strictly Bluegrass festival, which was FREE in golden gate park. We got to bring our own booze and dog and rocked each other on a colored blanket to the tunes of Woods, Jolie Holland, M.Ward, Bright Eyes and a few rips from Robert Plant on the way out the gate to bike around the botanical gardens. True Bliss to rub shoulder to shoulder with so many of the beatnik wannabes, sexual explorers and mixed race couples of San Fran. I like this town.
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| billie sleeps through the rock show and the second hand smoke. |
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| a picture of a picture. |
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| bad intentions. |
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| full houses, san francisco downtown. |
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| every home is a castle. |
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| billie goes vintage. |
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