This image from Berkeley. San Francisco may be my favorite new town, simply for the fact that the airport feels a little like the one in Salzburg – when I left for L.A. sometime Saturday afternoon, there was *not a single other airplane taxying to the runway*. This is what commercial air travel must have been like in the 1950ies…
I’m posting this from my incredibly comfortable new place at Central Park West, and my eyes are still adjusting, so the colors may be off.