On our recent but short trip to SF we took Nico to visit Fort Point. I hadnt been there since probably the 4th grade. It is still populated by school-aged children and seagulls, just how I remembered it. The empty fort is cold, windy and full of echoes, just like any proper S.F. landmark. The bridge's underbelly is mesmerizing, her bolts are in perfect symmetry. If you assigned a musical note to each one you would have a symphony. Nico made sure to jump every cannon and did the rounds on the roof under my very watchful eye. It's scary up there! It's almost like the wind is so loud it impairs your vision too. I heart you S.F., more than you'll ever know.
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