We arrived in San Francisco in the dead of night and managed to locate our hotel. It’s much like the one I remember staying in when we went to New York almost a decade ago when we had less money and lower standards i.e. somewhat basic and compact but right in the heart of the city. The thing is, when I say “compact”, I realize that my frame of reference has become vastly americanised over the past two years, because this room is about the size of the average British bedroom and the bed is about the size of the average British bed too. After two years of oversized everything, it’s a shock to see something “normal” again.
The bathroom is a feat of minimalist design, I have to say. It’s perfect if you are the kind of person who likes to take a shower while sitting on the toilet, talking to someone sitting on the bed and also keeping an eye on the front door at the same time.
But, as I say, it’s right in the heart of the city, just off Union Square, which you can’t beat really. The husband did notice a few ladies, ahem, “working” outside last night (actually, it was perhaps more concerning that he recognized them so easily – should I be having words with him?). We are about to head out now into the morning to see what this city has to offer us in the daylight hours.