Blue bench. Blue beans. Blue bike. Cadillac.

Now that the frenchie is getting her much deserved down time, I must say it that it has been pretty fun riding the smurfette all over the city. Especially the big hills. The ones I usually ride my way around them often over a mile, so that I avoid walking them.

This is the cutest little market in the north-east side of the inner richmond, on 8th and California. The don’t have the biggest yogurt selection (life-saver for an caffeinated abused stomach), but you can find dirty -in the good way- fruit, french little soaps, picnic items, fancy crackers to impress your picnic friends, naked-brand coconut water little packs (I had no idea such things existed) and etc. etc.
And did you know they have Blue Bottle drip coffee? Well, now you know.
When my friend muffin introduced me to this little gem market a few years back, I knew that is some vital info that I just wouldn’t forget. Comes in handy more than often…

While everyone goes ballistic over the hot summer days, I still love the mid50° foggy summer days. I mostly stand alone but that is fine. As long as I have my coffee, the weather truly could be whatever it wants.

These snaps are from sometime last week.

On this morning
I yelled ‘HOLA’ to my buddy that hoses down the bar big plastic mats, which was funny because I was at that bar, the night before with my girlfriend for an evening drink.
He said ‘hola, chica’ without even looking at me. He knows the bike bell.

I chatted with an older beautiful man reading the paper. He said that I could have one of the sections so I could catch on local events. The photography quality was fascinating, he said.
I thought that was sweet. He was wearing the most pristine crisp white linen shirt. What attention to detail I thought, I was for once too slow to ask him to take his picture, I’m sure if it was post-coffee, I would have no troubles asking him so.

Oh look, money grows on cement.

I’m spacing out sippin’ my coffee made by the all-women-staff this morning. Blue bottle, I love your boys-staff, but all the gals in the AM sometimes is just a plain awesome energy boost =)
Right about then, this sweet guy rolls up on his bike and greets everyone good morning. Nice. We chat a bit over bikes and how this morning has been. Nice.

boy +his bike. linden +frenchie

I head to work and I get greeted by a lovely young woman. She reads my blog and that makes me my morning. ♥ She is based out of Hayes Valley and it’s pretty cool she says hello, being that is a few minutes after 8AM, I’m still a little space cadet myself.

Off I go to work, and off goes last week.
Good early bird times, San Francisco. Don;t turn the fog machine off please.
xxo.m

Those ‘I VOTED’ stickers are sexier than anything, my San Francisco women.
Learn. Decide. Vote!

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Women in the United States were given the right to vote on August 26, 1920 when the 19th Amendment to the United States Constitution was signed.
via: wikipedia | link »

Bikes +amigas +pizza.
Great post-happy hour plans.

Polk street.