Would you drive a hundred miles to spend your morning at City Lights Bookstore and to have lunch at L’Osteria, your favorite pizza place just up the street from said bookstore?

I would.

In the alley behind City Lights, you step around words like these:


And while you wait for them to open, you stare longingly through the window:


A couple of hours later, you’ve bagged your swag:


And after the best sausage and mushroom pizza on the planet, you head back to where you parked your car in Chinatown and spot this under your bumper.



What’s your idea of the perfect Sunday?