I have lived the majority of my life in San Francisco in the foggiest and most depressing part of the city – just because it was closer to school. Cliff House on one end and my school on the other. If it weren’t for Ton Kiang, Buffalo Burger (which serves an amazing Philly Cheese Steak) and Musée Mécanique, to which I brought all of my friends visiting from Turkey to take silly pictures at the photo booth inside and not to mention watch the hilarious Laffing Sal go crazy, I don’t think I’d ever set foot into the Richmond district again.
The day I moved into my tiny studio in the Marina was possibly one of my happiest days in San Francisco. Nowadays, I only get to watch my old neighborhood from the Exploratorium’s roof cam, but can still smell the food, the flower shops and cafes on Chestnut street.