Memoirs of Not a Geisha
Man, ever since we moved to California it feels like I travel so much, but I haven’t seen much. Does that make sense?
Back on the East Coast we were taking annual vacations out of the country and bi-monthly trips within the States. In California, every weekend is full of another nearby adventure, which is AMAZING, don’t get me wrong. We’ve spent time in snowy Lake Tahoe, Sunny SoCal, wine-ing in NorCal, hiking the Redwoods, exploring the nearby states. But it also means my passport hasn’t gotten stamped since I changed my name. Nearly two years not having traveled abroad and it has FLOWN by.
But I digress; the magical thing about living in San Francisco, or any major big city, is that it is a cultural melting pot that the whole of America can only strive for on it’s best days. These photos were shot in the Japanese Tea Garden right here in San Francisco, though it’s tough to tell these images apart from my photos I took in Tokyo and Kyoto (except, ya know, they were shot by an amazing professional photographer in a gown and change of clothes as opposed to tourist attire, but it’s fine).
My dress is vintage, but shop similar here!