This is my first time in San Francisco. We have had a giant painting of a view of the Bay Bridge hanging above our couch for the past 17 years. We inherited the painting from my husband's Uncle Irving who lived out most of his adult life in Los Angeles. The painting is a bit unusual in that it lights up. With the lights off you see the view of the bridge by day and when you turn off the living room lights and turn the lights in the painting on,you get to see the same scene at night. The painting straddles the line between lovely and kitschy. One of our Shabbat dinner guests told us that he thought that the painting was the view from California Street. Today after doing a few of the obligatory San Francisco tourist activities we decided to go searching for the spot where our bit of the city was painted from. We first went to the Ferry Terminal. We loved seeing this familiar landmark from our painting. We went inside and discovered that it was an elegant food market si...
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