Day three was jam-packed with beautiful things: a languid morning at the Conservatory of Flowers, took in some art at the De Young museum, ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of a beautiful fountain, visited the rose garden, listened to a Mary Poppins-esque one-man band, and ended the day with a fabulous meal at (in my opinion) the best Indian restaurant in San Francisco.1 I’m a little ashamed to admit that I took over 650 photographs, and was only able to whittle it down to about 180. Here are five.
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- Against all logic, this restaurant is housed in an Irish pub. [↩]
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